"Wait a minute, Zhenzhen."
After the low and cold voice sounded.
The man's strong and powerful hand grabbed the girl's left hand.
Li junyu held on tightly to his dainty little wife, not letting go.
The president, who was about to leave with ruan Mengmeng, narrowed his eyes. "Young man, why are you grabbing my granddaughter? Why aren't you letting go?"
Compared to the kind and amiable way he spoke to ruan Mengmeng, the president's aura could be said to have become serious and cold in an instant.
He was worthy of being a man who had been on the battlefield and killed enemies. Even at this age, he was still strong and healthy.
Especially when his face sank, his entire person had an extra murderous aura.
Such an imposing old president made uncle Zhao and the rest of the Li family break out in cold sweat.
Their family's eldest young master's proud and arrogant personality was also a strong and cold master. He was going to go against the war God's President.
