The atmosphere in the private room was oppressively tense.
The patriarch of one of the four great families of Modu, respectfully called "Grandpa Lu" by countless people, wore a gloomy expression as dark as still water.
Dressed in a peony qipao with three thousand strands of dark hair coiled atop her head, the eldest young miss of the Lu family, Lu Siyue, was equally terrifyingly silent.
The four or five young men and women in front of her were her closest friends, among whom the troublemaker, Liu Ming, had played with her since they were kids, having been together since they wore split pants—his friendship with her couldn't be simply summed up with the word "friend."
Especially Liu Ming, the two of them were childhood sweethearts. This fellow, proud of being born two hours earlier than herself, had always seen himself as an older brother, taking great care of her since childhood.
