When Lu Hualiang returned home, he saw a crowd gathered around the side courtyard near the Presidential Mansion.
The man standing amidst a pile of ruins was the most eye-catching, with delicate features and a clear outline; hidden within his calm eyes was a covert ambition.
This man was none other than Yan Fei, the youngest president of Hua Country.
Housekeeper Fu was nodding and bowing to Yan Fei at this moment, his face full of apologies, and he was continuously wiping sweat off his forehead.
Behind Housekeeper Fu stood Xia Weibao, somewhat guiltily, like a little wife.
"What happened."
Lu Hualiang approached with a stern face.
His gaze fell upon Xia Weibao.
Only then did he notice how extraordinarily disheveled she looked at the moment.
Her face was black as if she were a refugee from Africa.
Aside from those big eyes, her entire face was blackened.
