ants to cry! Isn't this going to make their princess look badThe princess was just too beautiful, but she couldn't sing or dance. In the men's hearts, she always seemed to be lacking something.The clo...Take off your shoes, wash up, and go to bed.

That night, without Shen Siyin by his side, Xiao Zonghan felt strangely nauseous. He slept exceptionally well until the next day when the sun was high in the sky. Then, he was woken up by the faint sound of footsteps from outside servants.

I got out of bed, still half asleep. When I looked up, the hands on the quartz clock already pointed to ten.

Damn it, where is that woman Why didn't she wake him up sooner

Having finished his silent curse, Xiao Zonghan suddenly stopped and remembered that the woman had seemed to run out last night Run away In the middle of the night, things weren't safe in the world. She didn't know many people here, where could she have gone Besides, she had been pampered since childhood and had never experienced hardship.

First, Xiao Zonghan went to accompany Shen Xingyue for breakfast and comforted her for a while before driving to the office.

The young warlord, ruthless and decisive in his actions, held his troops like iron in his grip. When he walked in, no one dared to look up at him. Even though, once upon a time, this man's status was lower than theirs.

From being a mere errand runner to becoming a powerful young marshal, everyone envied him for having met Shen Chenghe, except himself.

Sitting in a specially designed, comfortable and spacious chair, he hadn't even had time to do anything when the door was pushed open from outside.

Lè Róng narrowed her eyes and sized him up with a smirk. "So, who was the beauty last night Someone so captivating that even our dashing Xiao Shao Shu didn't want to get out of bed"

Le Rong and Xiao Zonghan were truly brothers until death. Both of them used to be on the periphery of Shen Chenghe, working together for several years. Later, when Xiao Zonghan became a young marshal, he also brought Le Rong over. In front of him, Le Rong never knew what it meant to have high or low status, and he didn't mind his words.

A brother is a brother.

Xiao Zonghan glanced at him: "Do you have something to say If not, get out."

"Alright! Speaking like that, no wonder people hate you." Le Rong straightened his expression and put away his carefree demeanor. He threw a letter from his hand onto Xiao Zong's table: "Sent by Qin Hai, he said, did you take his second aunt I don't mean to say this to you, Shen Xingyue has been married to Qin Hai for years, why do you still think about her Can't you just...."

Xiao Zonghan gave him a cold stare.

Yue Rong rubbed his nose and didn't dare to say any more.

However, Le Rong knew more about Xiao Zonghan and Shen Xingyue and Shen Siyin than anyone else.

He looked at Xiao Zong's face, endured for a while, and finally couldn't hold back: "No,

That's really not fun, Miss Shen Er is already a married woman. Even if Miss Shen Da isn't as good, she's been your wife for several years. Her heart belongs entirely to you."

"Get out." Xiao Zonghan didn't even give him a glance this time, just blasted him away.

But Le Rong was fearless.

Even though Shencheng River might not have been the most conventional savior, he did save him. He picked him up when he was on the verge of starvation.

Reciprocating kindness, he may not care about Shen Siyin and Xiao Zonghan's feelings, but he still had to advise them:

Miss Shen is very good to you! I'm envious, so many talented young men were chosen for her, but she chose you. For so many years, you have made things difficult for her and she never complained... Where can you find a wife like that

The latter half of the sentence was left unsaid.

"Swish!" A fine piece of Duan inkstone flew past his head narrowly, landing on the blanket behind him.

Looking back, luckily the blanket was thick enough...

He smacked his lips, feeling the tangible coldness radiating from Xiao Zonghan's body. Finally, Le Rong could only honestly touch his nose and slip away.

The door closed in front of him, and with the absence of Le Rong's chatter, the air fell silent again.

However, the icy chill emanating from Xiao Zonghan's body became increasingly intense.

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