Fifteen minutes ago.
Lu Manor, study room.
Lu Guangliang stood by the window with his hands behind his back. He looked at the dark night sky. Under the reflection of the swaying candlelight, his hard face looked like a ghost. It was a little dark and scary.
Thump! Thump!
There was a knock on the tightly shut door. The butler's voice came from outside.
Lu Guangliang's eyes flashed. At this moment, his eyes became fierce. In the next moment, he returned to normal. He reached out his hand to close the window and sat on the chair. He said in a deep voice," Come in."
The butler pushed open the door and closed it from the inside. He quickly entered the room with a serious expression. His old palm patted the Sumeru Bag at his waist and took out a purple jade box. He handed it over with a talisman sealed on it to prevent the loss of spirituality. He reported," They just sent it over."
