The height difference between the two of them was so great that when Ling Li lowered his eyes, he just happened to bump into her soft forehead. He narrowed his handsome eyes and rubbed his determined chin on her forehead, slowly stroking it.
This was a very intimate gesture, but there was a circle of green dregs on the man’s chin. Fu Xiyao felt that her forehead was hurting and numb from the rubbing.
Fu Xiyao lifted her little face in his arms and asked in a soft voice, “What have you done in the past three years?”
He had become the most wealthy man in the business world in the past three years, but his private life had always been a mystery.
Because no one had ever filmed him going to those entertainment venues for entertainment, and there were no women by his side, not even the shadow of a woman.
Ling limu hugged her and answered her in a low voice, “Making money and... Missing You.”
