The man I dragged home on a rainy night became the "Uncle Fu" in my daughter's mouth. Everyone's jaw dropped: Mr. Fu would actually bend down to tie a woman's shoelaces and call her "Sui Sui" softly. But I reminded myself that he is the most cold-blooded hunter in the capital circle, and he is just an illusion of gentleness. On the day when her ex-husband's pregnant lover came to pick a fight, Fu Wenjing put on his gloves slowly: "Now you know why my beloved never leaves?" He opened his palm and hid an old button - he was the one who took off his suit and rescued his daughter in the fire six years ago.
