Heaven really does have eyes!
But Meng Shaomei hadn't relished her joy enough.
The door to the sickroom was pushed open.
A sneering voice also came in.
"Su Dongkun, you don't need to bother anymore, I will take good care of this Su Deya for you!"
This voice made the butler and Bai Wanrou freeze.
Su Dongkun's face changed dramatically.
Meng Shaomei, oblivious and confused, wondered why her grandson would need this man's protection.
Who was he?
Since Wang Haotian's return, all external affairs were handled by Murong Che, and he hadn't appeared in the media, so Meng Shaomei didn't know who he was.
"Who the hell are you and why does my grandson need your protection?" she blurted out instinctively.
Wang Haotian glanced at Meng Shaomei. She was a small person, a small pawn that wasn't worth talking to.
