Three days later, Cheng Xinghe returned.
It had been raining continuously, and the temperature had dropped, making the weather gloomy.
As his car reached the door, he saw Su Wan standing there, all alone, looking pitiful.
He opened the car door, got out, and walked toward her, his trench coat flapping loudly in the wind.
He looked at Su Wan, "Why are you here?"
As soon as he got close, a slap landed on his face.
Her fingers were icy cold, and there wasn't much force, but for a man, being slapped by a woman is really not a glorious thing.
The adjutant stood nervously by his side, "Young Master."
After saying this, he glared at Su Wan, "How dare you lay hands on him? The young master spoils you, indulges you, does that give you the right to be presumptuous?"
Anyone else, who would dare to slap Cheng Xinghe?
"Shut up." Cheng Xinghe hushed the adjutant, not wanting him to give Su Wan more blame.
