As He Jichen finished what he said, Han Zhifan suddenly slammed his tall glass onto the coffee table.
He Jichen furrowed his brows and turned to look over at Han Zhifan in confusion. "What's wrong?"
Han Zhifan didn't say anything, but his gaze upon the tall glass grew intense.
Cheng Weiguo… Even if he turned to ashes, he'd still be able to recognize those three words.
He would never forget the dirty, lowly thing that the well-dressed man did!
So the woman he noticed today who made him feel so peaceful was Cheng Weiguo's daughter?
He heard Cheng Weiguo only had that one daughter who he loved so dearly.
He Jichen creased his brows a little harder. "What the hell's wrong?"
