Zhang Liling was forever grateful to Mr. Fang for not scolding her and bringing up the matter about the rumours.
But something happened that frightened her, and made her feel the shake of her position.
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Mr. Fang comes out from the gym room and makes a beeline for the kitchen.
His chest rose and fell while he slowly panted for air. Sweat covered his face and tricked down all the way to his neck.
His tight white gym T-Shirt, was damp and stuck to his chest. This made his chest muscles to be more visible.
His dark-brown hair fell toward his forehead, making him look less bossy. A small towel hung on his neck.
"Sir, what are you doing here, what can I help you with?" Butler Gu was truly frightened when he saw Mr. Fang come into the kitchen.
He could have made a call, and he would come running to him.
