You Must Be Happy Over Finding a Plaything to Marry

Han Zhuoling stared at her coldly, making Xia Yixin shudder suddenly.

When Han Zhuoling gave her that look, she finally knew to feel scared.

They had been husband and wife, after all, so she knew well and deeply how scary Han Zhuoling's methods could be.

Or else, why would the people in the business field be so afraid of going against Han Zhuoling?

Those white people in Europe had always discriminated against yellow-skinned people. They would always hide all sorts of dirty tricks in their business dealings to bully them when doing business.

When Han Zhuoling first went there, he had met a fair share of such incidents.

But what happened after that?

Not a single one of them dared to pull any more tricks. Every single one of them was as obedient as a Pekingese.

She did not know what methods Han Zhuoling had used exactly, but even in that kind of environment, Han Zhuoling could make those local businessmen admit defeat to him.