Gu Xingzhi crushed the cigarette butt in his hand into the ashtray, stood up, and with long strides, walked toward him step by step.
Li Hongxuan had never seen such a cold aura from this gentle and obedient son before.
Black leather shoes tapped on the floor, each step filled with fierce murderous intent, closing in on him!
Gu Xingzhi walked to the bedside and looked down at him disdainfully, "Do you really think that after Liu Qingyu failed to kill me, I ended up miserable in Northern Myanmar, and barely escaped back to the country?"
Gu Xingzhi smirked, "Actually, sometimes, I quite admire your genes, because both I and Li Tingshen are more than competent."
"To tell you the truth, my personal assets are no less than those of the current Li Group."
Li Hongxuan could not help but shudder!
