Situ Xuan didn't know the little plan brewing in Ya Jiayi's mind as she stepped back. He only slightly narrowed his eyes and walked to the window.
The autumn wind blew, rustling the leaves. His eyes, through the tall camphor tree next door, looked into Yu Zexiao's room!
The sun cast its brilliance, and in his gray-blue pupils, a flicker of unfathomable emotion seemed to flash through!
Yu Zexiao, do you think this will make me back down? Sorry, the word "impossible" doesn't exist in my Situ Xuan's dictionary!
The more you compete with me, the more complacent you get. In the end, when you end up with nothing, you'll become even more miserable!
Isn't Jian Anning a person from Canada? He would use the Mafia's methods to investigate her family thoroughly!
He understood that people like Jian Anning, who are more traditional from Huaxia Country, highly value their family!
