It's been three days since Lu Qingfeng gave his order to his personal assistant called Nine, he had been waiting for the man to show up to deliver his report. Unaware of what had just happened at the Su Residence, Lu Qingfeng spent his whole day reading.
Currently, he was seated on the chair in his balcony, his hair slightly ruffled by the gentle breeze while the sun above him hid behind the thick clouds that promised rain in an hour or two.
A knock took his attention away from the book he was reading and wasn't surprised when Nine came in soundlessly. The man was dressed in a butler suit, but it was obvious that he wasn't used to wearing such clothes.
He looked like he was in his late twenties, and the only prominent feature one could easily notice on his face, aside from his long hair that was tied loosely on his nape, was a deep scar that ran from his right eyebrow down to his eye and upper cheekbones.
