In a high-class apartment in Hu City.
"Did she still give birth to the child?" The woman sitting on the sofa flipped through the album in her hand with a hint of impatience in her eyes.
"Of course, there's a powerful person in the fifth master's household. If it weren't for that little girl, I'm afraid that child wouldn't have been born today," the man sitting opposite the woman said softly.
"Si Ming, it seems that your idea is useless. Now, the Fifth Master's family is getting more and more difficult to deal with." The man gently twirled the pen in his hand, and a fierce look flashed across his eyes.
The woman sitting opposite him was called Si Ming. She was about 30 to 40 years old. Her long black hair was tied up with a hairpin. She was wearing a black qipao that wrapped around her graceful figure, giving her a faint aura of chasteness.
