"Manager Wu, could this be the Young Master of the Zhao Family?" Tang Yuxiang's face was all smiles as he bowed and scraped.
But in the next second, he froze on the spot.
He saw a graceful figure step out of the passenger seat, and it was none other than Tang Xuewu. Her perfect figure, stunningly beautiful face, and pair of enchanting peach-blossom eyes were simply breathtaking. Set against the backdrop of a fifty-million-dollar supercar, the two complemented each other perfectly. Tang Xuewu was so beautiful it was surreal.
Tang Yuxiang was petrified, and Tang Chuchu's eyes widened in shock. How could Tang Xuewu be stepping out of a fifty-million-dollar Aston Martin?
Could Tang Xuewu have hooked up with a young master from the Zhao Family, someone even richer than Wang Ming? Is the owner of this luxury car the young master of the Zhao Family?
