chapter 80 I don't need your forgiveness

Facing Shen Qing's expression of neither joy nor sadness, Jonas Miller was under great pressure.

Gritting his teeth, he forced down the fear in his heart and said without being humble or arrogant: "Hello, Mr. Shen."

A strange color flashed in Shen Qing's eyes.

He did not expect that Jonas Miller, who grew up in a small place, could resist the oppression of his own aura.

Even the young masters from aristocratic families in the capital would...