At 11 p.m., a black motorcade approached silently and parked noiselessly in the night.
Yan Jiu and the bodyguards got out of the car together, Yan Jiu personally bending to open the car door for Li Yuntang and handed him a delicately wrapped cake, "Second Master, I wish you a good night."
The handmade shoes firmly touched the road surface, and Li Yuntang's tall figure appeared particularly deep under the moonlight, he brushed off the chill on him, looking across the cold, wide road toward the villa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the warm yellow light of crystal chandeliers gently swayed, casting a slender and petite shadow.
The thin lips of the man gently curved upwards, nimbly accepting the cake, leaving behind the puzzled bodyguards, his long legs stepped towards the villa.
"Assistant Yan, since the Second Master didn't call us, what should we do…"
