Sun Yangqian, since taking over Qionglu Winery back in the day, has always been a figure who could call the shots in Guanghe County. But today, he fell in his prideful health spa.
A man in his fifties, yet still looking like he's in his thirties or forties.
What a pity.
No matter how good your anti-aging methods, you can't beat human greed.
A lifetime of making waves.
In the end, he died at the hands of his only biological son.
No matter how you look at it, it's somewhat regrettable.
"Hahaha, he's dead, dead, look everyone, Sun Yangqian is dead..."
Sun Zhenggang was almost hysterical.
Pointing at Sun Yangqian floating on the water, he cried and laughed.
Then, his gaze fell on Su Ping'er.
At that moment.
Su Ping'er shivered.
She reached out her hand.
With a ripping sound, she unzipped her hip-hugging skirt.
As the skirt fell.
The never-wearing-underwear body was exposed in front of Sun Zhenggang.
Su Ping'er twisted her body.
