Cat Aotian 6

The world's richest man, Mao Aotian, stood before the huge office window, which spanned two hundred square meters, lightly swirling the red wine in his long-fingered hand. Mao Aotian's eyes held a touch of arrogance, a touch of defiance, a touch of nonchalance, and a touch of absolute confidence. “I haven't gone home in days. Has my wife admitted she was wrong? Ask her if she'll dare do it again.” The butler turned the video toward the living room, where his wife was binge-watching a drama and enthusiastically stuffing her face with durian. Seeing this, Mao Aotian's forehead veins bulged, and he roared furiously. “Tell that ungrateful woman that if she wants me to come home, she has to give up her bad habit of eating durian.” The butler sighed and turned the video toward a neat stack of durians and luosifen piled halfway up the wall. “Young Master, Madam got a whole month's worth of durians with free SF Express shipping during Tmall's Lunar New Year sale. She bought this new phone of mine and these luosifen in all kinds of flavors and brands through Tmall's billion-yuan subsidy program. Madam said you don't need to come back.”