61 Yang Lichao

Seeing the other person's face, Li Chenmo frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"Li Chenmo, if it wasn't for you, Lu Jueyu should be my wife now! You should call off the engagement, or I won't be polite to you!"

Hearing this, Li Chenmo's face darkened, and said with a sneer, "With your little capability, you dare to threaten me?"

The other person showed the rod on his hand and said, "You are just a cripple! How dare you ruin my good things? Lu Jueyu is my woman!"

Duakh! Crack!

As soon as he finished speaking, a punch hit him in the face, making a loud noise. With just one punch, he was sent flying several meters away, hit the table in the living room, and then fell to the ground.

"Cough!" He spat out a mouthful of blood together with his two front teeth. His nose was broken by the punch and crooked.

"Ah!" Before he could react, Li Chenmo stepped on his chest and looked at him coldly from above.