After all, like usual, Mobao would always don a precious little suit, exuding the full aura of a wealthy Young Master, seemingly untouched by the mundane world.
The most ordinary car he ever rode back and forth in was a Rolls-Royce.
But now...
He came running over like a little country kid, clutching a small chicken in his hand.
It was hard not to burst out laughing.
"Why are you carrying that and running over here?" Fu Chengzhou noticed that the little guy's leg had started bleeding from a wound again. His brows creased slightly as he squatted down and grabbed the little one's hand.
He was just about to command someone nearby coldly to fetch something to bandage the wound.
Then he realized there weren't any servants or assistants by his side, just the crew from the reality TV program.
Everyone present felt the drop in air pressure emanating from this big shot at that moment!! Fearing he might erupt all of a sudden, they all held their breath, daring not make a sound.
