C117 Secretly Plotting
"One," Zhang Zhen started the countdown.
"Zhang Zhen, you'll regret this," Young Master Lee seethed.
"Two," Zhang Zhen's grip on the door relaxed.
"Don't push it!" Young Master Lee, livid, leapt to his feet.
"Three." The final number left Zhang Zhen's lips, and as he was about to step forward, Young Master Lee collapsed to his knees before him with a thud. He placed his hands before his chest
