Gong Heng smiled, his smile carrying dominance and an unparalleled aura. He stood up, his tall figure exuding arrogance, and his suit made him appear even more serious. His lips curved into a bewitching forty-five degree angle, "Isn't this already very clear? She is mine!"
When he was young and reckless, he made mistakes. Now he tasted bitterness, but this still couldn't change the fact she belonged to him.
Only belonged to him.
At least now, he is living very happily.
The life with Mu Mian is simply sweet and blissful happiness.
Thinking of the little woman at home, his lips curled into a smile.
Gong Heng glanced at Si Han, then walked away.
And Si Han, it was as if he understood something.
Does what happened in the past matter?
No, it doesn't matter.
He suddenly stood up from the sofa, his handsome body and face extraordinarily imposing, with a half-concealed devilish smile at the corner of his mouth. Does he need to be entangled in past emotions?
No need.
