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He walked to his father’s study. The door was open. Mr. Tan was sitting alone, reviewing ledgers, a cup of cold coffee beside him. He looked small without his suit jacket. son of a rich vietsub
Liam usually scrolled through his phone in the car, refusing to step out. "The smell is unbearable," he’d complain. Bước ngoặt đến vào dịp Tết
Liam flushed. He had expected her to praise his father. Instead, she lifted her hands. Liam usually scrolled through his phone in the
His father, Mr. Tan, was the owner of "Phoenix Textiles," a empire built from a single sewing machine in Saigon’s District 5. By the time Liam was twenty-two, the family owned three factories, a penthouse overlooking the Saigon River, and a collection of supercars that gathered dust in the basement garage.