The man i beloved

The matter of Mr. William at the An City became more and more serious during these few days, and in the end, they had no choice but to leave the An City.

Under the protection of his bodyguards, he left the mansion.

The black Mercedes-Benz drove out of the house and was surrounded by reporters. The man in the back seat was cold and detached, and the wrinkles on his forehead made him look slightly hostile.

He tightly pursed his lips. His facial features were as deep as if they were engraved. His hands, which were placed on his thighs, were tightly clenched into a fist, patiently enduring the pain.

The elegant face of a gentleman was no longer there, but was replaced by a gloomy expression on the face of a man.

He did not pay any attention to the reporters surrounding the car.

His calm gaze never left the road ahead.