She drove madly to a very enormous mansion. From the size and architectural design of the building, one could guess that the building belonged to a powerful elite. After telling the security guards her name, they let her in after varying the authenticity of her identity. After pressing the doorbell for the third time, she paced about the front of the door impatiently.
"This is my last try. I will seek for another person if he does not open the door after this," Yang Zi vowed, as she pressed the doorbell again with trembling hands.
"Don't you know when to call it.....," the words refused to form when he saw who was at his doorstep. He stared at her from head to toe before he cleaned his eyes with his palms to confirm that he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating. Yang Zi just stared at the tall figure before her, unable to utter a word. She never imagined that she would one day run to him for help in this lifetime.
