Bondmate

"He looks like a man who is about to kill someone." Zhang Yong chuckled as he stared at the screen that was plastered on the huge wall of the tech room on the third floor of the mansion.

Both Li Ming and he were sitting on leather chairs as they watched the old man on the large screen.

Prime Minister Zhu looked like he had aged almost ten years in the past six months. His white hair and wrinkled face cried out loudly about the state of his mind and health.

A satisfied smile appeared on Li Ming's face as she watched the old jerk shouting and beating his servants as he took his anger out on them.

They were receiving what they deserved. Actually, they deserved far much harsher punishment than what they were going through currently.

And Li Ming would make sure that they would receive exactly what they deserved.