"Trash is trash, on his wedding day he comes to the brothel at night, driven by animal instincts, tearing off the clothes of the women in the brothel, almost causing a huge disaster. Heaven is unjust, why not take his life such a worthless person.",Liu WuXie's face darkened, but he couldn't find a way to refute it.,The madame was over forty, her face plastered with thick rouge. The cloying perfume she wore was almost overpowering, and her expression, a ghastly mask of death, made people recoil in disgust. She stood before Liu WuXie, shouting and gesticulating wildly.。