The silver-haired girl pondered, discerning.
Her left hand made a fist, lightly tapping her right palm, expressionless.
She remembered.
She recalled the owner of that arrogant voice, the Third Young Master of the Duke Mansion. Hearing such commotion, it was clear this person had issues. Shaking Light thought for a moment, pulled out an ordinary-looking jade stone, and following Mr. Siming's method, left mystical skills on the jade.
Then she quietly took the opportunity of someone delivering food to sneak in.
Using mystical skills, it would record everything being said inside.
The Third Young Master Li Yuanchang sat there, holding a cute and charming girl in his arms. Though not of celestial beauty, she was extremely graceful. Li Yuanchang lost the usual uselessness he showed before his father and brothers, with a hint of gloom in his eyes.
