Among the shouts, the main hall of the Xiongfeng Martial Arts Club was quiet.

Mrs. Tang, a beautiful madam, looked indescribably calm.

She held the youngest daughter, Tang Mi, in her hands, and hummed for Tang Mi, who was sleeping. In the little girl's hands, a bunch of hawthorn candied fruit was tightly grasped with four of them remaining. The melted crystal sugar wrapped around the candied fruit, glittering.

On Tang Mi's face was a satisfying and ...