It must of been someone from the Qiao family who tended to the cleaning. The rubbish bin was filled with all types of gift boxes, empty bottles, and fruit peelings. Among the rubbish, he honed in on one place - a bouquet of fresh flowers and an unopened cake with the Black Swan packaging that was probably just thrown out.
From the part of the packaging, you could clearly see that the cake had fallen out of shape. Also, the petals of the beautiful fresh flowers, received in the morning, were scattered on the floor. Some petals were trodden on, and the bronze card was ripped in two, casually thrown on top of the battered flowers.
In that split second, it was like Lu Jinnian's pressure points were pressed. He stood on the spot without moving an inch. Just like that, the happiness and wonderful image in his heart dissipated in a puff of smoke. No, it was like someone had cruelly slapped him across the face.
