On the day I was trying on a suit, a strange man suddenly rushed into the VIP room, raised his hand and stabbed me. He tore my shirt and threw sulfuric acid at me with a ferocious smile. The cold blade had pierced my lower abdomen, and I fell to my knees in pain. Blood dripped down my fingertips, and then I understood. It turns out that my fiancée, who I have been in love with for seven years, actually has a mistress outside. Seeing the arrogance on his face, I took out my cell phone with my bloody hands and dialed my sister's number. "Sister," I said in a terrifyingly calm voice, "come pick me up at the suit store." "By the way, let me inform the Shu family that the engagement is void."
