There was no need for her to make any special report to him; he was her father-in-law, not some fierce beast. Besides, she had a fuse, and wasn't afraid of him, the old crocodile.
If Gu Nuan had really been afraid of the old crocodile, she would have turned weak at the knees during their first encounter at the board meeting, let alone later when she cooperated with the old crocodile in his schemes.
It seemed that Xiao Jianming, too, had a premonition about this.
In the two meetings they had, this daughter-in-law had never shown any hint of the fear that most people do in front of him.
He had heard his son compare her to a White Flower Snake.
It was indeed a very vivid and accurate metaphor, Xiao Jianming thought, squinting his aged eyes.
A White Flower Snake, swimming back and forth in front of a crocodile. Unless the crocodile was starving, it would have no intention of devouring such an interesting White Flower Snake.
