It was drizzling heavily outside. Xia Tian knelt in the rain and frowned. A straight figure in a black suit walked toward Xia Tian with a black umbrella in his hand. Xia Tian lowered his head and saw someone walking next to him. He raised his head and looked at Bai Zhe's stern face and begged: Please, save my dad! She frowned and looked at the expressionless man. Marry me, the man said coldly with his eyes lowered and his face straight, his face expressionless. Xia Tian paused and looked at the man standing in front of him. The man he dreamed of was standing in front of him, but he felt like he didn't dare to ask for it. She only thought that he would not like her, but she had no choice but to agree. I promise you, Xia Tian's crisp voice rang in Wang Ziwei's ears. But Wang Ziwei sounded "disgusting". After Wang Ziwei finished speaking, he left. Xia Tian looked at his back until he walked into the company.