Shao Fan looked away from the window and looked at the person in front of him expressionlessly.
While he was kneeling, he was standing, a little shorter in aura. Shao Fan sneered in his heart, he could only use such low-level tricks.
Even in the bedroom, the person in front of him was wearing a straight suit, and his deep black lines were as sharp as a blade. But Shao Fan knew that without this layer of skin, he was just a dog in heat, doing whatever he wanted on his body and using the most despicable violent methods to prove his position as a sanctioner.
"Shao Fan, don't look at me like that."
Low and with some imperceptible pleasure, his voice sounded slowly, his fingers caressing the armrest of the chair, his other hand resting on his chin, half looking down at Shao Fan who was kneeling on the ground, the smile at the corner of his mouth was a little relaxed and happy:
"You look ugly now."
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