Wang Qianjin did not say anything as he listened to the report. Something dark and intoxicating shone in his eyes as an oppressive aura loomed across the entire villa.
The maid who was kneeling by the side did not dare to breathe deeply, afraid that she would anger Young Master Wang.
Everyone knew about the legend of the demon fox of the south who was able to mesmerize beauties and capture the hearts of people—an indisputably attractive existence. The person who they were referring to was actually the extremely beautiful young master of the Wang family, Wang Qianjin.
No one knew how this rumor started, but many noble families from the south knew about it.
There were even more noble ladies who secretly admired Young Master Wang. They would do anything just to meet him once, but after so many years, he remained untainted despite walking through a swamp of women. He did not lack a woman by his side, but people had never seen him settle down with one either.
