Novel & Cerita Fenghuang Wang

Fang Zhantian's face turned cold, and he said, "Old Wang, you don't know what's good for you." "It's not up to you to decide what my Ling Yun Seminary wants to say," Master Wang said. "It seems that you really want to die. In this case, let me tell you some good news. My apprentice, Lei Heming, will also participate in the contest of the master group," Fang Zhantian said. Upon hearing Lei Heming's name, Master Wang's face instantly turned dreadfully pale.

As much as chairman Wang wanted this to be false it was true he was always the shining star in bringing the Acrowang tech company to the highest point in the country. "Father, I know you aren't here to talk about my secretary or my sex life, why are you here?"

They all came back with Han Zhengcheng and came to the front of Zhou Tian and Fang Qingling. Fang Deshi, like a spring breeze, introduced to Han Zhengcheng, "Director Han, this is Mr. Zhou I told you about. This is Miss Fang Qingling." Han Zhengcheng was about sixty years old. He was very dignified and wore glasses. He looked very knowledgeable. He also pushed a wheelchair with a beautiful woman about 1.7 meters tall sitting on it. It seemed that this beauty was only in her early twenties, but there was no smile on her delicate face and she frowned.