It had snowed heavily last night, and the spruce trees were covered in a layer of white. The trees were tall and proud, making the already quiet compound look even lonelier.
Fu Chen held Huai Sheng's hand and walked into the house. The moment they entered, Uncle Zhong greeted them with a smile. "Third Master, you're back. You haven't eaten yet, right? Old Madam left you some food."
"Mhm," Fu Chen replied lightly. After passing the entryway, he saw a man sitting on the sofa.
It was a new face that Huai Sheng had never seen before.
It was arrogant and cold, appearing to have no cares in the world.
He was wearing a serious, form-fitting suit and a pair of metal-framed glasses. The thin frames pressed against his high nose bridge, making him look very elite and refined.
