It’s not too bad, old man, don’t worry too much, I’m lucky.”
A hint of bitterness suddenly flashed across Master Zi Yang's usually calm face.
"Hard-fate? I think you're just being tough."
Would a tough fate lead to death in the year of the greatest glory? Would a tough fate lead to even the fate of reincarnation being disrupted by fate?
Those who can endure hardship will have endless hardship to endure.
He felt only pity for the bright and sunny appearance.
She is always like this. How can someone who has tasted sweetness endure bitterness?
"Hey, stop looking like I'm dying, okay? I'm the little princess of the Beijing circle, everyone's favorite! I have all the money and power!"
Master Zi Yang's expression faded, and he looked like an immortal with an elegant demeanor.
Like the old immortal in the fairy tale drama.
"Indeed, the scourge will last for a thousand years. At most, you'll suffer a little, but it will teach you a lesson. As long as you can't die, then do it. Okay, that's all for today, everyone, go home."
After saying this, he changed his usual amiable demeanor and drove the group of guests out of the tea room.
Jiang Wan stamped her feet and said, "Hmph, you stinky old man, when you pass away, I'll burn newspapers for you!"
Qi'an's eyes were deep as he held Jiang Wan in his arms and comforted her softly.
The relationship between his wife and this old charlatan...is unusual.
At this time, Meng Chengzhou looked at the information in his hand, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.
His dear father actually transferred most of the company's assets while he was away!
Today, the company is almost just a shell.
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
Meng Chengzhou turned on his phone, and a gloomy voice sounded from the other end:
"Mr. Meng, I think you need my help now..."
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