In the isolated mountain, the Qian Mansion that was usually empty and quiet had a guest.
Lu Jin strode into the spacious living room.
Butler Qian bowed and greeted him.
"Greetings, Young Master Lu Jin."
"Where is my father?"
Butler Qian's face was expressionless. "The Master is not here."
"Then tell me where he is."
"I apologize. It is not something that I can tell you."
Lu Jin's face was frigid. "Butler Qian, do you know that Gunan was killed?"
Butler Qian momentarily trembled. He unconsciously touched the hand with the missing pinky finger hidden inside the glove.
He lowered his eyes. "...It seems that it is time for Gunan to leave the Master's side."
Lu Jin narrowed his pitch-black eyes that were laced with killing intent.
"Is that what you can only say? Gunan treated you like his own grandfather. He looked up to you! Can't you at least grieve for him?"
