Su Changhe frowned when he heard the words "get lost". His expression immediately turned gloomy.
He had toyed with so many women, and had never seen anyone who dared to be so impolite to him.
Su Changhe did not know why, but a strange feeling emerged in his heart. He seemed to enjoy being rejected.
Only by subduing this kind of prey could he feel a great sense of accomplishment.
"You little b*tch, do you know the identity of the person in front of you? My young master is a disciple of the Yangli divine empire. Are you seeking death?"
Although Su Changhe did not care about it, his lackey beside him did not want to let it go. He rolled up his sleeves fiercely and was about to slap Zhuge Yueyue.
"Stop!" When Su Changhe saw this, he stopped the lackey.
This beauty's appearance was so extraordinary. If he accidentally disfigured her, it would not be fun to conquer her later.