"Even you can't handle it, does that mean Liu Mengting is doomed?"
Tang Ming shouted, wide-eyed.
"Hey, there's plenty of fish in the sea, don't be fixated on one flower."
Tang Cha sighed, "If Liu Mengting really kicks the bucket, just come back, and I'll introduce you to some other rich ladies."
"Damn!"
Tang Ming couldn't help but swear, thinking Tang Cha would be worried about Liu Mengting. Unexpectedly, this old man was so cold-blooded.
"Old man, hurry up and come play cards, three people are waiting for you."
At this moment, an impatient groan came from the phone.
"Kid, you handle it yourself. Just don't do anything foolish like dying for love, I'm off to play cards."
Tang Cha impatiently finished speaking and hung up the phone, muttering, "Die if you want, she won't die just because you do. If she's really close to dying, someone will naturally come to save her."
"Hell."
Tang Ming stared at his phone, speechless. What can he do with such a master?
