When the seventh son of the Yorktown family descended, he was muttering to himself.
His nephew, though trouble-prone, had always abided by the law.
He just liked to show off a bit.
Only when he encountered trouble he couldn't resolve would he turn to his uncle.
But today.
To bump into a bicycle and trouble his uncle to come all the way down here?
There must be a problem!
As soon as he stepped out of The Star of the Prosperous Age, he saw a crowd gathered at the door.
These people were familiar.
They had all come from the capital to offer birthday wishes to Sheldon Casey.
Next to them was also a parked police car.
It seemed the traffic police were also here.
"What happened?"
The seventh son of the Yorktown family approached the crowd with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Seventh Master!"
The businessmen from the capital, upon seeing the seventh son, immediately stepped aside respectfully to make way.
