The look on Du Kongting's face instantly turned vicious again, his complexion an iron blue as he glared at Lin Yuluo with rage.
"Yeah, Yuluo, did my dad confuse you with his fury? It doesn't matter, I've said before, as long as you agree to marry me, you can still be the president..."
As Du Xiaowei spoke, his expression quickly shifted from cloudy to clear, sinisterly fixing his gaze on Lin Yuluo.
He considered himself an overseas-educated intellectual, repeatedly attempting to show that pitiful gentlemanly demeanor in front of everyone, but had forgotten his inherently brutal nature, which, once revealed, was even more terrifying than his father's.
"Du Xiaowei, I've always disagreed with the marriage arranged by my father. I have told you countless times, and you once promised to strive for my choice, please stop pressuring me, okay?"
