Yesterday's clear weather turned gloomy immediately after Xia Yanxin left, quickly followed by a drizzle. Autumn winds carried the misty rain, enveloping Mandara Manor in a foggy haze. The Mandara flowers in the garden had begun to wilt, and after being beaten by the rain, they rolled in the mud, stripped of any exotic beauty.
On such a foggy morning, Long Yutian drove a black Rolls-Royce out of the garage. As the security gate opened wide, he turned on his headlights and hadn't gone far before a violent screeching of brakes was heard. Due to the sudden stop, he slammed into the steering wheel and was about to curse out loud but then froze.
