Inside the manor, Ye Ling lay leisurely under the parasol, completely at ease, his legs crossed, a Cuban cigar dangling from his mouth.
"Tsk tsk, your young master has finally upgraded from a pellet gun to a cannon, I'm rich now, so rich!"
"Getting married, I must say, brought in quite a tidy sum in gift money, my personal treasury—whoever dares try to take it from me again, I'll fight them to the death!"
Ye Ling took a deep puff of the cigar, grinning from ear to ear, completely delighted, while a group of women packed their bags inside the house for the trip they had planned over the past few days.
Especially Qing Yi and Xuan Nu, who were exceptionally excited—they had never roamed in the modern technological society before.
These days, the women had taken Xuan Nu and Qing Yi on a rampant shopping spree, letting both newcomers be captivated by the seductive charms of the beautiful city.
