If she hadn't run out on her own, she wouldn't have encountered that awful old man Lou Zhaonian.
It's her, causing him trouble once again.
Shang Dongyuan was contemplating how to handle the situation when he heard the soft voice of the little thing in his arms, and his heart ached with tenderness once more.
"The one who should apologize is me."
If it weren't for Shang Dongyuan's connection, Chu Xiaoge wouldn't have encountered something like today.
Both sides were in a standoff, and neither seemed to benefit anytime soon.
At this crucial moment, the Rolls-Royce, which Xing Chen had originally driven away from the Shang Group, returned.
Eight black sedans led the way for the Rolls-Royce.
Twice as many bodyguards as before got out of the car, surrounding Lou Zhaonian and Shang Dongyuan's people.
The door of the Rolls-Royce was opened.
Xing Chen got out first.
Then...
A woman stepped out of the car.
Her seaweed-like long hair flowed gracefully behind her.
