Zhou Yu didn't wait for him to react, jumped in the car, and sped away with the engine roaring.
Huo Xingzhou looked down and his face darkened.
The small packaging box looked high-end and luxurious, yet it was printed with a common slogan: "Happy Wife, Happy Life, happiness only comes when the wife is satisfied!"
He flipped to the back, and the slogan was even more unbearable.
It read: "Promising one thing and delivering another, mastering the art of pleasing the wife."
Huo Xingzhou's eyes were shadowed, with a chill emanating from around him.
Where did this substandard product come from!
"Mr. Huo!" Qiao Xi came out following his voice, "Has young master Zhou left?"
Huo Xingzhou placed the small packaging box into his suit pocket and spoke upon seeing her pure and bright face, "He's gone."
Qiao Xi approached and, seeing his dark expression, asked worriedly, "Are you not adjusting well to the countryside?"
"No, it was that idiot Zhou Yu who did something bad."
