The sky gradually darkened, and even the last streak of sunset was swallowed by the vast twilight.
The second floor of the separate courtyard.
"Third Young Master, please have something to eat."
The servant placed the delicious meal on the table beside him and quietly reminded Long Ziheng, who was standing by the window.
"Take it away, and don't come in."
A trace of melancholy had already gathered on Long Ziheng's somewhat pale face, and his dark eyes were also filled with intense complexity.
"Third Young Master... Please take care of yourself and don't make it difficult for us..."
'Crash—'
'Clatter—'
Before the servant's voice could finish, the ashtray in Long Ziheng's hand had already smashed into the meal, and the sound of breaking bowls and plates rang out!
"Get out!"
A cold voice sounded!
Now, the servant quickly cleaned up the fragments on the floor and hurriedly left.
But as he just stepped out the door, he saw Long Yuda standing at the entrance.