C304 If You Play Me to Death You Won't Lose Your Life(1)

In the black Lincoln, Lee Tianhao was leaning against a chair, clenching his teeth. His gentle face was twisted, his hands were clenched tightly, and his nails dug into the muscles of his palms, "Su Xiaoman, Su Xiaoman, how dare you mock me like this. When you're through the door, see how I'll take care of you!"

In front of him was a burly man with a head full of curly hair. He wore a black suit