In China, there is a saying that the enemy of an enemy is a friend. The higher one's position, the more enemies one has...
So what you can't do doesn't mean others can't do it. This has always been Su Yan's guiding principle.
Yet Cheng Tian's face became increasingly gloomy. He said this was not a threat, but if this isn't a blatant threat, then what is?
Bai Wanrou knows Cheng Tian's fondness for antiques, so she took Cheng Xiaopeng to look for antiques to curry favor with Cheng Tian.
Unexpectedly, they ran into Su Yan on the streets of the capital city.
Dressed in a hand-tailored Italian suit and hand-made leather shoes from his favourite designer, he stood there, drawing attention from all who passed by. It was always like this, wherever he appeared, everything seemed dull in comparison, serving as a mere backdrop to him.
Looking at him and then at the man by her side, she knew, no matter how she trained or dressed him up, he would never match up to a single hair of Su Yan's.
