"Good-for-nothing, if you can't even keep an eye on a person, what's the use of having you guys?"
Following this angry rebuke was the sound of a cup shattering on the ground.
Just as Xia Pingan and Liu Shanhe were having a detailed discussion in the secret room, in a certain luxurious loft in a beautiful garden in the city, the young master of the minglou clan, minglou Yuhui, was angrily rebuking the two servants in blue who had been knocked unconscious and robbed by Xia Pingan during the day.
Minglou Yuhui was tall, more than two meters tall. He was wearing a golden silk robe embroidered with the sun, moon, and stars. He was quite handsome, but his aura was arrogant. His two thick eyebrows were lowered and pressed against his eye sockets, which were slightly sunken. There was more white than black in his eyes, and there was a lingering sense of ruthlessness between his eyebrows.
