Approaching noon, one good piece of news after another came back to Jinyue Garden.
The old comrades lived up to expectations and smoothly carried out the plan.
Of course, there were some twists and turns, and dangerous situations cropped up more than once, but Hui Yi and the others, disguised as passersby, intercepted them in time, so in the end it was all scare and no harm.
And just then, a man who came with his own background music appeared outside the gate fence.
Seeing him, Xiao Feng felt like he heard that familiar song.
"Chrysanthemums wither, wounds all over the ground, your smile has turned yellow…"
By now, in the hearts of Jiangcheng's socialites, this song had already become Bai Tieniu's exclusive theme.
As soon as they heard this song, their minds would automatically conjure up the image of Bai Tieniu in a fit of rage.
"Mr. Xiao."
Bai Tieniu, carrying a gift in hand, greeted him with a smile.
