Reborn as a Wayward Heir

Jiang Luo pushed past Zhang Ningfu’s wife, skirted around his son, and hurried to Zhang Ningfu’s side. His head had […]

Li Fengrui was visibly annoyed, realizing that Jiang Luo wasn’t taking the bait at all—he was so arrogant that he

But when it came to having a woman sit with him, Jiang Luo was sincerely not interested. He didn’t let

For example, President Qiu assumed that Huo Zongzhuo probably didn’t know Jiang Luo; while Jiang Luo might recognize Huo, Huo

As soon as Huo Zongzhuo arrived, the vice president immediately rose from the sofa, laughing heartily as he stepped forward

Huo Zongzhuo hadn’t expected to witness such a scene and froze for a moment, his Adam’s apple bobbing unconsciously. Jiang

Zhang Ningfu could only “hide” at the factory, staying a full month without sending money home or keeping in touch

Jiang Luo froze for a moment, suddenly realizing something, and quickly turned to look behind him. Those eight characters weren’t

Behind the scenes, Jiang Luo had spent some money hiring a few thugs in Juxiang Town to give Xu Hu

Jiang Luo withdrew his gaze and went back to his work, paying no attention to Xu Hu and letting him

The secretary immediately became polite and warm: “A fresh batch of tea just came in. I’ll brew some for you.

Jiang Luo arrived and was just about to ask the restaurant staff which table the Zhao official had reserved and

“Alright, everyone, keep it down a bit.” Zhao Guangyuan, holding the sobbing Su Lan, felt his head throb. Still, he

Zhao Shuo: “We have business—came to handle matters, looking for President Jiang.” The man saw Zhao Shuo in a suit,

“They want me to come ask you for shares. They want me to come find you, say I should be

“Yes—more successful!” In Suzhou these past few days, Huo Zongzhuo took Jiang Luo around Pingjiang Road and the surrounding area.

“Why are you still just working for him?” “Are you stupid? Ask him for shares. Become a shareholder. Be a

Jiang Luo yawned. “Most pop songs came over from Hong Kong back then, and they were all in Cantonese, so

Huo Zongzhuo wasn’t sad. He simply felt that it was a pity. So much of a pity that even someone

After a few more waves of relatives had come and gone, Jiang Luo asked Huo Zongzhuo, “They’re all relatives—don’t you