Smells Like Trouble

Who hated her so much?

Who despised her so much that they wanted to mess with her?

Zhong Qianqian shook her head aggressively. "No! How could I have known a big shot who knows Uncle Gu, what more feuding with such a big shot? Is someone talking ill of me in front of Uncle Gu?

Gu Mingzhe really wanted to strangle Zhong Qianqian, this brain-dead b*tch, to death. He took a deep breath and tried to make his voice sound less angry. If he got angry, it would not be what Zhong Qianqian, an outwardly strong but inwardly brittle little white flower, could bear.

"Qianqian, do you know what my family relies on to keep its foothold in the Emperor District?"

"Your family relies on real estate."