At the Li Family’s central headquarters in Beifeng City, Li Mingfang’s leather shoes rhythmically tapped the ground, the sound of clacks ringing out. Li Wanxue was at his side. At this moment, she didn’t possess that feeling of a threatening edge. Instead, she had the cultured and refined attitude of a girl.

They stood in front of a villa. Black-suited bodyguards were everywhere, however, hey didn’t enter the building.

“Oh? Well, if it isn’t Fourth Brother?” A middle-aged man with his hands at his back slowly walked out with a man wearing a black mask. A smile that could be considered scholarly appeared on his square face as he saw them standing in front of the door. “I haven’t seen you in so long, are you well? I heard a while back that your daughter’s Spirit Addiction flared up. It won’t do to make uncle worried. Come… Little Snow, this is an antique that I picked up outside the country, I was just talking about when to give it to you. Come, take it, don’t be so polite with uncle.”

Li Wanxue wore a snow-white evening dress. She was just like a snowflake in winter. Her hair was gracefully coiled, and a red rose was set at the back of her head like a hairpin, like blood in snow. She had bright eyes, white teeth,...