Chapitre 6272: Framing

He was careless and made a mistake because he forgot that he was bearing a face that could make any ordinary woman fall for him.

Fortunately, it wasn't his fault.

He could only awkwardly hold the beauty in his arms and return to his seat. As soon as he sat down, his expression darkened.

"If you can't relax here, you can go upstairs," the girl leaning against Jian Wushuang's chest whispered in a voice as soft as a mosquito.

Jian Wushuang wiped his face, wondering what kind of mess he had gotten himself into.

Just then, a sudden thunderclap exploded in the sky.

Everyone looked up in unison to see a firework blooming.

But what they didn't know was that at the same moment, Huang Jiulang, who was sitting in the main seat, also blossomed—except his flower was blood-red.

"Murder!"

A startled cry drew everyone's attention to Huang Jiulang.

They saw Huang Jiulang clutching his neck, blood pouring out.