C110 Counterattack

Lou Zhiwei's melodious laughter was exceptionally melodious under the vast night sky. It was as pleasant to listen to as silver bells.

However, her words caused Zhuo Jinshu's face to turn increasingly ugly. Every laugh was like an invisible palm that fiercely slapped his face, and his handsome face was burning with pain.

He clenched his fists tightly, but could not utter a single word to retort