lt;lt;A wealthy wife

In the middle of the courtyard sat a young man, about twenty years old. Even for this group of assassins who had long been accustomed to seeing people, they could only describe his appearance as "amazing." If his looks were already unparalleled, then his cold and noble temperament was even more unique.,After a while, Zi collected the things in his hand and slightly raised his head. His eyes, devoid of sorrow or joy, swept over the black people in the courtyard. They all held their breath. As professional assassins, they sensed danger in an instant and instinctively took defensive postures. Suddenly, a light chuckle broke the tense atmosphere.,The little servant was still chattering with the butler, but suddenly the butler stopped abruptly, his face contorted with terror. The little servant followed the butler's gaze and when he saw the child standing in front of them, his eyes widened in disbelief. Both of them simultaneously flashed a thought.。