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Lin Hao has never been so embarrassed in his life.
He knelt on the ground, his expensive suit button was torn open, and his white chest was exposed to the air, shivering in the cold wind.
A few hours ago, he was a rich young master and young entrepreneur with a net worth of over 100 million yuan.
Now all the assets of the company have been annexed by another company, and Lin Hao declared bankruptcy, and everything he owned was taken away by another person.
The ground below the knee is cold, and Lin Hao's eyes are red, and his face can't hide the pain. Chen Han-the demon he once loved, but now he hates. ...
On the luxurious leather seat, a handsome young man was playing with a Swiss army knife in both hands. His suit was straight and his forehead was broken, which covered his deep eyes. He looked at Lin Hao kneeling on the ground and casually said, "Hao Hao, why are you free to come here to see me today?"
In his sloppy tone, his anger suddenly rose to the extreme. Lin Hao clenched his fist tightly and the veins stood out. He swore, "If you hadn't forced me, how could I have come to see you heartless bastard!" "
"Ruthless?" Chen Han smiled and repeated, "You didn't call me that before." He stood up from his seat, fingertips gently provoke chin, "Haohao, I want to hear you call me. ...
Should be what you need.