"I'm going to give Ruoruo a perfect wedding, so you have to leave!" Ye Beichen leaned against the sofa, languid and cold. Wu Jin was as cold as stone sculpture, his face again indifferent.,As the heir to Hong Kong's leading financial group, he could do anything he wanted. Who in this city would dare stand against him,"Han Qiao, Han Qiao, are you satisfied" Ye Beichen almost wanted to tear her apart.。