Nie Chao was livid.
Bullying a little sister?
Could they be any more shameless?
Lady Ying, clutching her nose, was in excruciating pain.
On seeing an unfamiliar young man, she regained some confidence, "What's it to you? Huh?"
Only then did Nie Chao remember that not many in Shanghai City knew him. He stepped aside and called out loudly, "The Seventh Young Master, please come quickly."
Then, turning his head, he reassured the girl, "Big... little sister, don't be afraid, the Seventh Young Master is here."
Ying Zijin paused slightly, then looked up.
Fu Yunshen entered, a step behind.
This time he wore a white shirt, the top two buttons undone, revealing half of his collarbones, irresistibly deep.
He had a carefree, dissolute air about him, obviously no good at first sight.
Everyone in the office was stunned.
Lady Ying was even more shocked, her mind buzzing, "The Seventh... Young Master?"
Once someone had seen Fu Yunshen's face, they could never forget it.
