Mr. Gu, Your Replacement Bride Is A Big Shot!

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Once again, Chang Feng stood in a building not far away, holding a pair of binoculars.
He watched as Xiao Bao happily chatted with Qiao Nian and Gu Zhou.
At this moment, Xiao Bao was smiling so much that his eyes were curved into crescents.
Xiao Bao’s eyes were filled with joy, and his lips curved up involuntarily.

For Xiao Bao to be able to be with Qiao Nian and Gu Zhou, he was really happy for him.

However, when he thought of how Xiao Bao would never be able to return, the smile on Chang Feng’s face froze on the spot.
He looked at Xiao Bao not far away with red-rimmed eyes, and his heart seemed to have been hollowed out.

After a long while, Chang Feng retracted his gaze and was about to go back when his phone rang.

Chang Feng took out his phone.
When he saw the caller ID, he picked up without hesitation.

…

Sitting in the study of the villa, Mr.
Chen’s gaze fell on the photo on the desk.
In the photo was Xiao Bao’s bright smile.
The moment the call went through, he tried hard to remain calm.
“Have you sent him over?”

Mr.
Chen’s voice sounded hoarse.
If one listened carefully, they could hear the loneliness in his words.

“Yes, I did.”

Mr.
Chen tightened his grip on the cell phone.
“Is he very happy?”
“Yes, he’s very happy.”

Hearing Chang Feng’s reply, Mr.
Chen picked up the photo on the table and looked at it as if he had seen Xiao Bao.
Then, he picked up the lighter and watched as Xiao Bao’s photo burned in front of him.
Then, he threw the burning photo into the ashtray and watched quietly as Xiao Bao’s photo disappeared.

“Come back.
There’s something else.” After hearing Chang Feng say “Okay”, Mr.
Chen hung up without hesitation.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Mr.
Chen sighed and quickly returned to his usual calm self.
“Come in.”

Butler Zhao walked in.
Seeing Mr.
Chen sitting at the desk reading documents, he said in a low voice, “Little Master’s personal belongings have all been destroyed, leaving no traces.”

“Yes.” As Mr.
Chen spoke, he signed the document and looked up at Butler Zhao.
“Where are those people?”