When Yan Xi returned to the Marquis Xing's Mansion, he was so tired that he could barely open his eyes. After taking a short bath, he skipped the meal and went straight to sleep.

"Young Master! Young Master!" The voice of his servant seemed to come from afar.

"Young Master! Young Master!" This time, this voice was right by his ear, and someone was pulling him.

Yan Xi suddenly opened his eyes and looked blankly above. There appeared the anxious ...