The next morning, at dawn, with the mist yet to fully dissipate, Liu Sanming was already standing in front of the Zhuo Family's villa gate.
The entire villa was built against the mountain, with black tiles and white walls, majestic and grand, resembling a giant beast crouching in the mountains.
Liu Sanming looked up, a hint of deeper meaning flashing in his eyes.
Someone like Zhuo Tianming seems to be infinitely glamorous, but in reality, has been forced to the edge of a cliff by the internal power struggle within the family.
He survived until now not because of strength, but luck.
And now, this luck seems to be completely exhausted by the parasites.
Liu Sanming had just walked into the villa when a slight sound of footsteps came from the second floor.
Zhuo Tianming stood by the railing, looking down at him.
