Zhang Zhengquan watched Sun Xiaolian's back, his eyebrows furrowed tightly.
He didn't know what to say about Sun Xiaolian anymore; she used to be so cautious with everything when she first came out.
He once deeply admired that kind of Sun Xiaolian.
Decisive, straightforward, and efficient.
Without that melodramatic sympathy and compassion of ordinary girls.
In her eyes and mind, the goal was clear, and that was money.
She, Sun Xiaolian, wanted to live the most luxurious and prosperous life in this world.
And facts proved that Sun Xiaolian indeed achieved it.
But as her success rate increased, instead of learning anything from it, she became more and more arrogant.
Over there, she hit a few soft spots in a row, and anyone careful by nature would have let go earlier.
Why is there this stubbornness of not turning back until hitting a wall? What if something happens...
The woman beside him whispered, "Brother Zhang, what should we do now?"
