Rain is pouring when young master An makes to the Lin’s villa.

The iron thorns in the yard have crawled their way to the fence so that An can’t see clearly inside. The rain falls on the glass window, sounding like a symphony.

Except for the sound of rain, the entire villa is absolutely quiet.

Thinking of Superior Huizhu’s seriousness and seeing what’s going on here, An is anxious. The large lotus leaf in his hand finally can’t stand the heavy ...