In the grand hall of the Ning Family, a middle-aged man, sitting in the middle, asked in a low voice, his tightly knitted brows clouded with sadness, "Hasn't my father come back yet?"
"Master," the first elder came forward, made an obeisance and answered respectfully, "We've been looking for the whereabouts of Former Master, but nobody knows where he is, and we still can't find him."
"Okay," the middle-aged man sighed, his brows more tightly knitted, "There are only a few days left for Xin 'er, I'm afraid, but my father hasn't come back yet. Perhaps, he won't be able to see her one last time..."
His fingers rubbed his forehead, his handsome face filled with distress.
