He thought to himself, "The wheel of fortune turns so fast," but remained outwardly calm. "Okay, I understand. I'll contact the court right away to freeze his assets and file a claim."
Qi Shen grunted in acknowledgment, then signed his name on the last page of the document with his pen: Fang Zhi.
The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, with strokes that flow like dragons and snakes.
After Assistant Chen left, Qi Shen looked down at the girl's name, casually tossed his pen next to the documents, and pressed his long, slender index finger on the name.
His dark, narrow eyes held a deep, unfathomable intensity, a complex mix of emotions that ultimately coalesced into a tender, almost obsessive affection.
It's too late to worry now; Zhizhi has already had a private chat with Shiyan's wife.
It doesn't matter whether they exchange contact information or not. Even if they do, just cut off any chance of them meeting.
Can they really cause trouble across the internet?
The most important thing right now is that it's summer vacation again, and there's still about a week until Zhizhi's birthday.
In the young girl's eyes, jewelry is not as practical as money; she has no interest in flowers, cars, or yachts either...
So what should I give to a little girl this year?
He asked, and Zhizhi always said "whatever" without ever giving a definite answer. Qi Shen took off his glasses and leaned back in his office chair, tilting his head slightly back. The veins on his long, pale neck were faintly visible, exuding a masculine sexiness and allure.
He raised his hand to press his temple, then suddenly opened his eyes.
In the palace, the servants all knew his rules and consciously maintained social distance from the young girl.
Only Wang Ma was an old servant in the Qi family.
Out of consideration for their past relationship, she was closer to Zhizhi than most people, so he didn't say much. Now was a good time to have Wang Ma ask the little girl what she wanted most.
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