If Gu Xiaozhan knew that she not only failed to understand his good intentions, but was also thinking here about pleasing him, would he be happy? Or even angrier?
Gu Xiaozhan was at home wearing casual clothes, a white t-shirt and black shorts, a very classic and simple black-and-white match. Even so, as he walked down from upstairs, he emanated an overwhelming aura that made people kneel and worship.
"Xiao Zhan..."
Feng Ruixiang, who was originally in the living room, felt like he was sitting on pins and needles. Upon seeing him come down, he immediately went up to greet him.
Feng Siling was their youngest daughter, also a spoiled daughter beyond control.
Now, she was arrested by the police for beating foreigners.
The key point was that even as an oil tycoon, Feng Ruixiang's name was useless; he couldn't bail her out from the police station.
Because Gu Xiaozhan had given word to refrain from releasing her without his orders.
