Almighty Sweet Queen is Really Rich! Chapter 808: I Can’t Bear to Scold You

Feng Huaijin ca in with an expression that was ready to deny everything, habitually reaching out to grab Tuanzi by the back of his collar to lift him up.

Su Li’s eyes silently focused on his hand. Feng Huaijin’s hand, poised in mid-air, suddenly paused, and he abruptly switched direction, picking Tuanzi up instead, stiflingly saying, "Co to my office."

He wouldn’t stoop to argue with a woman.

Hmph—!

Everyone stared in disbelief, their eyes nearly popping out. So could vaguely hear people around them muttering, "I haven’t woken up, I must be dreaming..."

So even slapped their own faces, then cradled their reddened cheeks, yelling, "Ah, it hurts, it’s not a dream! It’s real."

Wow, they couldn’t believe they lived to see Mr. Feng admit defeat—it was like a dayti dream, so surreal.

This Mr. Feng was rumored to be so ruthless he beat his own fourth brother into a half-year-long vegetative state in the hospital. For him to admit defeat, that’s like saving the world, isn’t it?

Everyone looked at Su Li with admiration—she defeated a world-class Great Demon King, she’s remarkable beyond words.

Could this child be the son of Miss Su Li?

Everyone suddenly realized; no wonder Miss Su Li could freely enter Mr. Feng’s office at Ao Shi Group. It turns out she has a son—could this be the legendary rise to power through her child?

Feng Huaijin carried the squirming Tuanzi like a chubby worm into the office, with Su Li following right behind.

Feng Huaijin wanted to toss Tuanzi onto the sofa, but caught sight of Su Li again, so he gently placed Tuanzi on the floor and smiled at Su Li, "I didn’t throw him."

Tuanzi imdiately started wandering around Feng Huaijin’s office, picking up the most prominent racing model on the bookshelf, saying: "Papa, this model is a fake."

Feng Huaijin, exchanging sour looks with Su Li: "...?"

What?

Fake?

Feng Huaijin imdiately turned back and grabbed the model from the bookshelf to scrutinize it, his face darkening significantly.

It really was fake.

Feng Huaijin looked down and saw obvious sympathy in Tuanzi’s eyes, making him feel dizzy—was he being looked down on by his son?

"How could it be fake?" Feng Huaijin frowned, suddenly casting a gloomy look at Su Li.

Su Li, who had been arrogantly defiant monts ago, took a step back with an awkward smile at Feng Huaijin.

Because Feng Huaijin never restricted her access to his office at Ao Shi Group, during her last visit while Feng Huaijin was in a eting, she accidentally broke his racing model...

She hurried and bought a new one to replace it, spending quite a few thousand. How could she know she spent a lot of money on a fake one?

Su Li imdiately surrendered: "It’s my fault, Mr. Qi, please be magnanimous and forgive ."

Feng Huaijin glanced at the humble Su Li, releasing a light snort, aningfully saying: "Forget it, unlike you, I can’t bear to be harsh with you."

Su Li’s cheek twitched, glaring at him fiercely. The sharp-tongued Feng Huaijin was at it again, mocking her for being intimidating just monts earlier.

Feng Huaijin tossed the model into the trash can, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Su Li and asked: "Why is he here again? How did he get here?"

Feng Huaijin looked at Su Li with a headache; Su Li was too emotional, purely a little girl’s romantic thoughts, with sentint overpowering reason.

Bringing this future son offered no benefits.

As soon as Su Li heard that, a look of satisfaction appeared on her charming face.