Leaving the disheveled and limp Shu Ni in the basement, Yan Junci returned to the hall where the guests gathered.

The touch of spring color that had just appeared on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by his usual stern and cold look. He was wearing a well-fitting and formal pure black handmade suit, and his handsome face that never smiled was really intimidating.

Yan Junci rushed back from Los Angeles and has not yet appeared in public.

When his relatives ...