"Why would he entrust the legacy of the Paper Makers to you?"
Qi Chaoyu asked, his voice filled with confusion.
The very name "Paper Makers" was enough to make ordinary people shrink back in fear.
Sometimes, if a Paper Maker's shop opened on a street, it would hurt the business of its neighbors.
Many people would go out of their way to avoid it, afraid of being tainted by misfortune.
When Paper Makers looked for a successor, they usually chose a man.
And yet, one had chosen a sweet-looking young woman—someone nobody would ever imagine walking this path.
A night breeze swept in, lifting a few strands of Gao Liceng's hair,
framing her elegantly defined features and making her seem all the more ethereal.
"My parents divorced, and they both saw me as a burden."
"So they left me some money and went their separate ways, leaving the city."
"They went off to start new families in places I don't know."
"Thankfully, the money they left was enough for me to grow up on."
