Wealth

After returning from the Norland, Xiao Fengchai had not served any guests. One night, even though Pleasure Alley was at its busiest time, she requested the maidservants and the elderly women to go to bed early.

Meng Mingshu paced back and forth restlessly in the living room. Occasionally, he would glance at his woman and fearfully ask, "How can this be possible? What should we do?"

Yet, Xiao Fengchai's face was as calm as still water. Now that the situation had this dire of a situation, even Xiao Fengchai found it thorny. "Are you sure about this?"

"Absolutely positive. Actually there were some signs hinting at it before, but I didn't pay extra attention to them. It was not until the Dragon King sent me a message that I came to understand. Earlier today, when I went to visit him, I wiped something off of his forehead.