Yan Xue thought about the anonymous message from a few days ago. Although its source was untraceable, her intuition as a woman gave her a suspicion.
For the Xie family, this youth brought destruction. But for her, and the stagnant business world of Spring City, perhaps he represented opportunity.
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The youth stepped out of the teahouse and got into a car, leaving.
In the dark, countless pairs of eyes were watching.
"I deeply apologize for startling you."
A respectful yet remorseful voice came from the phone, belonging to the Deacon.
The youth gazed out at the quickly passing scenery outside the car window, his long fingers tapping lightly on the window frame.
"She was right. I am indeed a liar."
"No, you are the Mei Fei Family's benefactor. Always will be."
The youth's lips curled slightly, a playful gleam in his eyes.
"Send my regards to Mr. De La and the young master."
With those words, he ended the call.
