"Secretary Xu, help me with something." He spun his office chair, his slightly-raised lower jaw etched with hard and cold lines.
There was not a single soft spot on this man, including his hair—which was stuck stiffly above his ears. Even though it was not gentle enough, it did not affect his aura either. Instead, it gave him an additional air of unspeakable wildness.
He put his hand between his lips unconsciously and rubbed them lightly in an unnatural manner. He let out a cold laugh suddenly. Chu Lui smiled? He had already forgotten what smiling was a long time ago.
Du Jingtang rubbed his head in confusion. His cousin was behaving more and more strangely in an increasingly unpredictable manner. Was he becoming delusional by himself?
In the two-story villa of the Chu family, Xiao Hong closed the door, an enormous gift box in her hands. She stared at it strangely. She was really curious what such a huge box contained.
