"Mr. Gu just now, President Hu was about to hit my daughter, wasn't he?" Gu Changchuan hadn't forgotten what had just happened.
"Why, because my daughter is pretty, is President Hu envious, intending to strike my daughter's face?"
Hearing Gu Changchuan's words, Hu Zhengtian felt a sudden jolt in his heart and immediately began to explain, "Misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding."
"Oh? A misunderstanding?" Gu Changchuan looked at Hu Zhengtian with an indifferent gaze, showing neither happiness nor anger, "So when President Hu raised his hand to slap my daughter just now, was I seeing things, mistaken?"
Hu Zhengtian's face turned extremely awkward upon hearing this, and he was at a loss for words for a moment.
Because just now, he truly had intended to slap Gu Zhiqi.
If it hadn't been for Gu Changchuan grabbing his hand, that slap would probably have already landed on Gu Zhiqi's face.
