Chapter 1831
- Christoff Stevenson remained seated in the main seat, his expression lazy, but his eyes devoid of warmth.
- Tom Ting, feeling a bit irritated, rubbed his sore wrist and forced a smile, "Mr. Luo's aim is quite accurate!"
- A hint of malice curled the corner of Christoff Stevenson's mouth as he remarked, "Handle women with care!"