Rong Che drove his black Maybach into the courtyard, killed the engine, and unfastened his seatbelt with long, clean fingers. He stepped out of the car, his brow furrowed as he headed straight for the backyard.
"An Ruoxue, that woman—honestly, she’s too much. What does she take me for? A nanny? A pooper-scooper? This is ridiculous." Rong Che grumbled to himself the entire way, his expression sour.
"These women are getting bolder by the day. She’s actually learned how to boss me around." A frost settled over Rong Che’s handsome face. He was deeply annoyed; here he was, the distinguished Young Master Rong of the Rong Group, reduced to a pooper-scooper—and for a stray dog, at that. The thought didn't sit well with him at all.
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