I want him to die. I want him to die

in a brightly lit villa on the outskirts of Zhonghai City, Yi Zhengming roars ferociously. Beside him, on the sofa, Luo Xing is a slow tasting red wine.

it's almost 15 minutes since he came back from Mingshan. During this period, Yi Zhengming would stand up and shout. The glass fragments on the ground are the masterpieces made by Yi Zhengming. But now there is no glass on the table that he has broken.

Yi Zhengming can't help roaring and burning with anger. At first, he was full of confidence. At first, he thought that sun Pei would be pushed...