Approximately one or two hundred meters away from the Zong family villa estate, there is a cluster of towering buildings.
These high-rises are almost all ten stories, even hundreds of stories skyscrapers.
At this moment, in the top-floor office of one skyscraper, a man about thirty years old, with blond hair, blue eyes, and an aquiline nose, with an elongated physique and long legs, stands like an emperor before the floor-to-ceiling glass.
He holds binoculars in his hands, observing the situation inside the Zong family villa estate.
"Weber, I wasn't wrong, was I? Lin Fei truly seized the opportunity to cause trouble during the second young master's wedding at the Zong family." At this moment, a young man spoke respectfully behind the blond-haired, blue-eyed man.
This young man was none other than Qinghe Sword.
