Butler Ye looked at the man's handsome eyes. It had been so many years and this man had become peaceful and quiet during this long period. His heart had died, and there was no one or nothing else in this world that would agitate his heart again.
But at that moment, there were two little whirlpools that gradually appeared in the man's eyes, making his eyes look manic.
He stared at Butler Ye fixedly and asked, "Are you sure that it is her?"
Her?
Lin Xuanji!
Butler Ye nodded in affirmation. "Yes, Sir, I'm certain. The beauty who has slept for a thousand years and does not age is Madam Xuanji."
Lu Jinwen was silent for a few seconds. He threw the fountain pen in his hand onto the office table. "Get the private jet ready. I'm heading to Miaojiang."
"Yes, Sir."
Lu Jinwen draped a black cashmere coat over himself and strode ahead with a renewed vigor.
