Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Xinghao Entertainment’s press conference occupies the first place in the major search lists with lightning speed. The three-dimensional large screens in the streets and alleys are looping Lu Zhiang’s response at the press conference site——

"Our company Xinghao has been in the entertainment industry for decades since it was established. I have seen the rumors on the Internet this time. Here I can be very responsible to tell everyone that they are all rumors! Xinghao will not be caught by one or two. If a rumor is defeated, I will lead Xinghao out of this crisis!"

The following is a flood of questions from on-site reporters.

On the super large 360° circular screen on all sides in the city center, the man's well-defined profile face, tall nose bridge and graceful lips are projected.

Many little girls couldn't help but stop when they saw the favor on the screen, with their hands touching their chins excitedly, unable to restrain their excitement, "It's Lu Zhiang!"

"It's really Lu Zhiang, wow, I haven't seen him on TV for a long time."

"So handsome."

A black Bugatti quietly drove past them at this moment. The little girls who looked up at the big screen had no idea that their idiot was in that car...

The Osman Group Building is more majestic than Xinghao, and the oversized business empire makes people fearful from the outside.

The black Bugatti drove all the way into the Oss Group and stopped at the door.

The man who had just finished the press conference got out of the car and walked all the way to the 66th floor president's office surrounded by several assistants——

"Knocking."

The secretary knocked on the glass door and reported quietly.

"Chairman, Mr. Lu is here."

"Let him in."

The male voice inside was low and sullen, and he was not easy to get along with.

The secretary turned around and whispered to Lu Zhiang, "Mr. Lu, the chairman will let you in."

"I see. Go ahead."

The secretary couldn't ask for it, and immediately walked away.

Lu Zhiang opened the glass door and walked in with his head high...

This office was originally Oss's office. The decoration style is more elite European style. It is not simple and clear, but it has a sense of geometric design and a sense of the future.

At first glance, it is the young man's office.

But since Oss suddenly resigned as the executive director of Oss Group on the grounds that he was unwell and needed a period of rest, Wesley took over him and moved into this office.

Because Wesley's legs and feet are not convenient to use a wheelchair all the time, so he does not need special skin transfers in his office. The person in a wheelchair behind a bright desk feels uncoordinated no matter how he looks.

Lu Zhiang only took a look, then looked away, and greeted calmly, "Father."

He didn't call daddy or daddy and other nicknames, he used the most official name. Even so, every time he called these two words, his chest still seemed to be blocked by something, and his breathing was heavy.

Behind Wesley stood a slender, short, but not easy-to-see man every day, 365 days a year, watching his nose as if he was a wooden man.

Even if Lu Zhiang came, he didn't have any response, and he didn't mean to say hello to Lu Zhiang.

Wesley ignored the person standing in front of him. It took about ten minutes before he raised his eyelids indifferently, his voice was chilling, "Do you remember what I warned you about?"

Lu Zhiang lowered his head, did not have any other eyes with him, and stood there quietly, "I don't know what father you said."