Leng Lingxiao's thin lips hooked slightly, his sword-like eyebrows lifted just enough to make his mood—whether pleased or angry—inscrutable.
At this moment, if it had been anyone else in the villa, they would have already been scared stiff, keeping as far away as possible. However, Zhao Renjie showed no restraint or timidity.
He slowly bent down, picked up the bank card from the ground, and then stood back up neatly beside Leng Lingxiao, waiting for the next work directive.
If his memory served him right, there should be an amount from an overseas transfer in the card, which had been deposited less than half an hour ago.
Just like that, it's bent; it's my fault for speaking out of turn.
Perhaps Lin Xiaoxiao really... Never mind, the master's decisions are always right; let her be!
Fate determines life and death, riches and honor are decreed by heaven.
Suddenly, a red and white koi fish got trapped by the water plants, unable to free itself.
