Qin Tao couldn't find Zuzi to share the satisfaction and joy of this moment.
And also couldn't find her own son.
"Where has this rascal Xiao Yan gone..."
At this moment.
The huge LCD screen in the corridor was rolling the latest hot news.
Two men and one woman were staring at the screen without blinking.
The tall and noble man on the left had a powerful hand placed on the waist of the girl in the middle, dressed in simple white, asserting his domain.
A bit further to the right, stood a proud young man, alone, with furrowed brows.
On the screen was an aerial photograph of a gigantic building.
The building was not yet completed, but it was already enough to shock—
It was an underground palace, with all the structures extending downward: crystal jade steps, carpets paved with pearls, golden corridors... Everything was cost-ignoring, only to present a breathtaking effect.
The host on the screen was explaining:
