Long Yutian's tall figure stepped down from the car, and he, who usually paid extreme attention to his image, was only wearing a shirt, the tie yanked askew, shirt buttons casually undone, a few obvious bloodstains still remaining on his darkened handsome face...
In his arms, he held a small figure, cloaked tightly in an oversized black suit, her face obscured, but her disheveled long hair could be seen fluttering in his arms... Everyone was stunned, their master had never before carried a woman into the house, just how distinguished and special was this woman?
"Go call Yeh Feili right now!"
Faced with her unconscious state, he felt an inexplicable panic for the first time, a strange sensation brought by nervous worry.
"Master, at this time, I fear he won't come!"