Song Yunuan felt that she was the benefactor of Sixth Master and Little Lanxiang.
If it had been a few days later, a terrible tragedy might have unfolded.
Now, fortunately, before the tragedy, Sixth Master found his daughter.
And Little Lanxiang escaped the clutches of evil.
Song Yunuan took out paper and a pen and began to write. As she wrote, she said, "This is the name of my company. I plan to open a branch in Xiangjiang. I have no other demands, just that Sixth Master gives it some attention when he has time."
But Sixth Master was hardly in a state to think clearly at that moment.
His face pallid, he took the paper with trembling fingers, then remembered Bazai, who had his leg broken.
He didn't remember having such a person under him.
That must mean he was an insignificant nobody.
How... How could this happen?
Why, why, why?
Why did it all happen right under his nose?
Twenty years, and he knew nothing.
Suddenly, he looked towards Song Yunuan.
