For his son's future, Wang Xueqiang endured the anger burning within him. His fists clenched so tightly that his nails had dug into his palms.,Gu Yunyu's hand on the chair slowly clenched, a layer of frost appearing in his beautiful eyes. His thin lips opened slightly, revealing a ferocious scar on his face.,"If you don't like it, how do you take a bath Do you usually dry yourself through your clothes"。