"Young Master, Old Master wants you to drop by the family estate to take care of some business," the subordinate whispered into Qiao Fei's ear.
"Mhm." Qiao Fei nodded and was just about to leave.
"Qiao Fei," Lu Yan yelled unwillingly.
Qiao Fei stopped in his steps but didn't turn around. His silver hair was shining even brighter under the light of the sun.
Who could imagine that such a stunning cold boy was the young master of Russia's biggest mafia?
He was a boy who began killing at the age of seven...
He had an extremely similar childhood to Lu Yan, and that was why they understood and treasured each other.
When he first saw Lu Yan, he felt that she was his missing rib.
Once somebody found something they cared about, something they were dedicated to doing, or someone they were dedicated to loving, their life would become much easier.