In front of the window on the second floor of the Tongtian Pavilion.
Liang Shaoyong, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, watched with amusement as Xu Shiyong opened the car door.
Once he got into the car, there was no turning back.
"What on earth happened?"
Qiao Lulu, still tidying her messy hair, walked over with confusion.
Seeing the women in the car, she couldn't help but frown.
"He's obviously fallen for the sugar-coated bullets. Aren't the young masters from Beijing unable to escape these things as well? I thought they were so aloof, always treating us like dogs, but from this moment on, I am his master. That is the charm of money,"
Liang Shaoyong stubbed out his cigarette.
Today was the last day he'd play the dog.
In the future, he would be Xu Shiyong's ancestor.
"Those women... aren't all that impressive..."
Qiao Lulu wiped the sweat from her forehead. In terms of body and looks, she didn't consider herself much inferior.
