The Villain Boss I Picked up Spoils Me to the Heavens

When I was six years old, I picked up a dirty little beggar. The whole compound laughed at me for being stupid, saying I had a white-eyed wolf. Twenty years later, I was too poor to pay the rent. He drove a Maybach, blocked me in an alley, and said with red eyes, "Sister, I'm going crazy. If you touch me, my heartbeat will be all in your name."