At the same time, in the old mansion of the Parma Business family.
Approaching midnight, a group of young people sat on the open-air terrace on the second floor of the ancient mansion's backyard, heavily imbued with old-world charm.
Empty bottles were messily scattered on and around the table. Shang Lu lazily leaned against the railing, looking at the medicinal herbs planted in the backyard and murmured slightly tipsy, "If it weren't for Qin Si, I would never see these treasures again."
Only after a brush with death does one realize the preciousness of life.
At that moment, hearing Shang Lu's reflection, Lu Xiheng ran his hands through the long hair at the back of his head, tilted his head to gaze at the thick ink-like night sky, and sighed, "Yeah, our lives were given by Qin Si."
"Damn, if Qin Si ever needs anything, I'm fucking ready to go through fire and water for him!"
These words were spoken by Huo Ming.
