y from his neck, gazing at the strawberry marks he had planted a few days ago. He leaned close to Zhao Qinglan's ear, his voice a low murmur, and whispered, "What have I done wrong"This frivolous rema...ghest position in the Dongchang headquarters, his face as cold as frost, representing the pinnacle of power within the organization.Here, even the chairs are made of sturdy marble. This decor style is...