In the backyard.
Zhang Rongfang's expression was calm.
Looking at Sun Chaoyue, as beautiful as a blooming flower, now so shockingly poignant and pitiful.
He had to admit, Sun Qinghong, the former governor, truly understood a man's heart thoroughly.
Making a once exalted young lady fall so low, to the point of being within easy reach, even doing the most humble tasks for oneself.
The mere thought was extremely stimulating.
The key point was.
This kind of method, if based on the premise that he and Sun Chaoyue were strangers, naturally wouldn't be an issue.
He could completely accept it calmly.
But it was precisely because they knew each other and shared a circle of acquaintances.
This meant that Zhang Ying still had to maintain his dignity, and it was impossible to truly accept such a matter.
This was a case of retreating to advance.
Sun Qinghong had long been certain he wouldn't comply with this request.
