On the streets.
Beneath the tall French parasol tree.
A black Rolls-Royce Phantom had unknowingly stopped there silently.
The car window rolled down.
The man's noble and cold side profile was slowly revealed.
It was dark.
How evil!
He revealed this cruel and evil question with a spurious smile.
Xiao Ning's small face paled and her legs went soft. "Little Uncle…"
At the same time.
In the Imperial Capital thousands of miles away.
Chu Junmo was studying in the study room at night.
A medicine book was opened and slowly unfolded under the bronze lamp.
His sky-blue long shirt exuded an ancient aura. He wore a pair of golden-rimmed glasses on his handsome nose bridge, and it made him look more refined and handsome.
Secretary Jiao stood guard in a corner of the study room and couldn't help but remind him with heartache, "CEO, your body isn't well. Don't stay up late anymore…"
