"The vacation is almost over, I don't want to cause any trouble." Lin Beichen glanced coldly at Chen Er, turned around, got in the car, and drove away, leaving a group of stunned onlookers and a grim-faced Chen Er.
"Bang!" Chen Er kicked the tree next to him and cursed, "If it weren't for the higher-ups valuing you, what the hell are you? Don't ever fall into my hands, or I'll make you pay!"
Wu Zhihe, standing beside, watched the direction Lin Beichen left, sighing inwardly.
Such a capable, well-connected, high-looking man is simply the crème de la crème of golden bachelorhood.
Unfortunately, before she could make a move, Wang Bing came out of nowhere and spoiled it.
Thinking of this, she glared fiercely at Wang Bing, who looked like a pile of mud, and left in a huff.
To Lin Beichen, whether it was Wang Bing, He Yuanping, or the second son of the Chen Family, they were all just passersby, ants, strangers in his life. He didn't bother spending more time on them.
