Yang Leshan sat limp on the ground, holding her face, filled with anger and shock.
"Shen Zihao, why are you saying that Chen Xuan is dead? Are you maliciously cursing him?"
Heh heh!
Shen Zihao sneered contemptuously, "Do I really need to curse? Before I left Jiangbei City, I hired a powerful group of assassins to hunt Chen Xuan."
"He's dead as a doornail. There's no way he can come back to life!"
Shen Zihao wasn't entirely sure if Chen Xuan was really dead.
But at this moment, it was just a way to vent his inner hatred and attack Yang Leshan.
Yang Leshan was dumbfounded on the spot, "Chen Xuan is dead? That's impossible!"
"Shen Zihao, you're deliberately deceiving me, maliciously cursing Chen Xuan!"
"Fuck you!" Shen Zihao kicked Yang Leshan down, baring his teeth while speaking coldly, "When I say he's dead, he is dead!"
"How dare you question me, you slut!"
Yang Leshan was filled with grief and indignation. She got up, "Shen Zihao, you beast, I'll fight you to the death!"
