"What's wrong with targeting you?"
Chen Dashan looked puzzled, with a wicked grin as he looked at Zhao Leye and said, "Even your father Zhao Ding isn't my match when he's in my hands, do you really think you alone can threaten me?"
"You..."
Zhao Leye was so angry at Chen Dashan's words that her face turned red. She wanted to lose her temper.
Chen Dashan continued, "However, it's not impossible for me to listen to you. As long as you become my woman, I have said before, I won't let you suffer a loss."
"Dream on!"
Zhao Leye's rejection came out instantly.
Her small, angry face blushed, and her sharp eyes stared at Chen Dashan as she said, "The construction of shantytowns is my first task as the Zhao family heir. No matter who stands in my way, I will not show mercy."
"Heir?"
