Xiang Tian did not answer. He only glared at his wife with anger in his eyes, wondering why she was so naive.
Was the contact information of the Guan family something that he could get just because he wanted it?
At this moment, he could not help but feel a little frustrated. He must have been crazy when he was young. He was attracted by beauty, married an empty-headed wife, and gave birth to an equally empty-headed idiot son.
Not only was his business not progressing well, but one was squandering while the other was dragging him down. He was really fucking fed up.
In the room of the most luxurious villa in Hai City, a suppressed voice could be faintly heard in the dark and silent space.
The sleeping youth on the bed seemed to be deep in a nightmare. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and fine beads of sweat dripped down his face. His originally handsome face looked extremely anxious.
