If there was no last charity performance, the rotten secrets of the Moon Breeze would be left on the sea by the guests forever like the sea breeze. But this time, Huo Jiuxiao and Lin Wanli had completely blown it up. The news that was floating around on the internet and the dense crowd of bodyguards on the dock all showed that the Huo Corporation would be bustling with activity tonight.
The Huo family ancestral hall was already full. The candlelight flickered in the ancient and exquisite lanterns, making the expensive wooden tables and chairs dim.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Uncle Zhong brought the other two elders who had just sat down in their seats. He placed his hands on the head of the scepter, and his eyes were like eagle eyes. He looked at Yun Shujing and her daughter with vigilance and judgment.
