In the yard, a tall figure was striding toward the living room of the private villa.
The custom-made suit accentuated a perfect physique, the jacket unbuttoned to reveal the shirt inside, the collar slightly open, and the muscular chest exuding a sense of power.
A cold and stern face carried a hint of a mischievous aura, so noble that people dared not look directly at him.
It seemed as if time favored him, Bai Zheng was already middle-aged, yet looked like he was barely in his thirties, and had gained a mature charm, making him even more imposing.
Every step he took seemed relaxed and casual, yet constantly multiplied the pressure on others; by the time he reached the living room, Meimei had already stood up early and happily rushed towards him.
"Daddy!"
