C727 At the Wedding Venue.

Duan Gen could feel that the other party was gathering his killing intent.

If he did not do as he was told, the devil in front of him would probably kill him!

Just as he was about to say something, Zhang Lieh, who had lost his patience, stuffed one of his high heels into Duan Gen's mouth.

Then, he looked at the other high heel with a threatening gaze.

Zhang Lieh's intention was obvious