Chapter 70 Ruan Cheng Is Only Worth Fifty Hundred Thousand

• Hand in hand, they walked past the offices, to the elevator and out of the building. Opening the car door for her and sitting her down, he turned around to light a cigarette, brows furrowed.
• Despite the cool night breeze that swept across his chiselled features, the heat in his body refused to leave.
• He had known her since he hit puberty. That day on the basketball court, the moment his head turned and he set his eyes on her, he knew that she was the one. That sweet face seemed to call out to the protective instinct in him. She looked small and underdeveloped, perhaps even malnourished.