As Wang Gangping begged endlessly, he consoled himself that a great man can submit or stand tall when required. Nothing was as important as staying alive. Moreover, Young Master Xie's aura was too imposing. Even as he stood there, his heart shuddered, and he couldn't help but crawl on the ground. It was as though Young Master Xie was inherently high and mighty, but he, Wang Gangping, was insignificant.
Xie Limo looked at Wang Gangping and knitted his exquisite brows. He felt that such a person was simply an eyesore. As a father, he was fine with his daughter becoming someone's mistress instead of persuading his own child to spend a stable life with someone else.
