"Is that the National Husband, Wang Congming? Little girl, you can't..." Chen Meiling was stunned, shocked to see Wang Dawan climbing the wall and even more so to hear how the little girl was speaking to Wang Congming. Before she could finish her sentence—
THUD!
Without the slightest hesitation, Wang Congming knelt directly in front of the little girl. "Disciple greets Master," he said immediately.
Wang Congming had actually agreed? Chen Meiling's face was a mask of disbelief, and the onlookers were all dumbfounded. Even Wu Tian felt a flicker of surprise.
Who was Wang Congming? Many claimed he was a good-for-nothing who simply had a good father. If not for his dad, who would call him the National Husband? And yet, no one could deny that Wang Congming's status was far above most people's; he carried himself with an innate sense of superiority. But for a man like that to kneel so easily?
"How can this be?" Chen Meiling murmured, unable to understand.
