It was already late at night, and the Dongfang old residence, shrouded in a dim light, was exceptionally quiet. Especially when the cold wind blew past, the shadow of the lamp swayed, and the figure that fell to the ground looked somewhat desolate.
A series of knocks came from outside Dongfang Shuman's study room, breaking the silence inside.
"Come in!"
Soon, an old voice was heard.
Dongfang Yi pushed the door open and walked in. He looked up and soon saw the old figure sitting behind the desk in front of him, with her back facing him.
"Mother, you were looking for me?"
Dongfang Yi walked forward and said respectfully.
"Yes, sit down!"
Dongfang Shuman quickly turned the chair around and pointed to the seat in front of him. She put an envelope on the desk and adjusted her glasses.
Dongfang Yi paused for a moment. For some reason, he had a bad premonition. However, he sat down uneasily.
