"Boss, I don't understand. Why would you dream about your wife and son's death?" Situ Xing looked at Gong Tianhao suspiciously, "Boss, is your love for sister-in-law in the past just a facade?" Then, he shook his head. "But, that's impossible. With your handsome looks, wealth, and power, there are all kinds of women out there. Besides, even though you're cold and heartless, you wouldn't fake loving a woman.
"So I really don't understand why you'd dream about the death of your wife and son. Boss, do you have the wish to be a widower?"
Gong Tianhao's face darkened. His sharp gaze shot fiercely at Situ Xing, and he shouted coldly, "Shut up!"
Situ Xing immediately zipped up. He was challenging Gong Tianhao's bottom line every day. Once he crossed his bottom line, Situ Xing immediately shut his mouth.
