Chen Kexin's father, Chen Derong, dressed normally as he came into the room. He wore a black suit. Although he was nearly 50-year-old, he remained handsome. Now he was having a quirky warm smile on his face. He did not speak anything but radiated a terrifying aura. He was not alone. A dozen of bodyguards in black sunglasses and suits stood behind him. It looked like that they had not come here for talking about his daughter's marriage, but for killing.
Wang Weixi was petrified. Only one sentence sounded in his heart: I'm dead.
He had not figured out whether he should believe that Chen Kexin wanted to marry him at the beginning. Now, when Chen Derong walked in with a graceful smile, accompanied by bodyguards, Wang Weixi sensed the terrifying killing intent and knew that he slept with a
