As for helping Liu Xiangqin find that old opera troupe leader and the young Master Jin, the task naturally fell on Wu Tong's shoulders. However, decades had passed since then, and the opera troupe had long been disbanded. Who knew if those people were still alive? Thus, Ye Wudao could only do his humanly best and leave the rest to fate.
After Ye Wudao returned, he went to the park nearby every morning to collect dew, and then he soaked the thick pine branch he brought back in the dew.
However, this day, when Ye Wudao was preparing to go out, he found a Maserati parked at his front door, and the unbelievably beautiful Wang Yuyan was leaning against the car, smiling at him in a way that left him somewhat dumbfounded.
"Beauty, you're not here to take me somewhere today, are you? This is Nanyang, not Jiangcheng," Ye Wudao reluctantly shifted his gaze from her and said.
