Without a ripple or a trace, deep currents flowed beneath the still water.
An unprecedented sense of oppression enveloped the butler and the ten dark guards, their hearts seeming as though they were tightly grasped by something, and their fear was maximized at this moment.
The butler could hardly believe what he had heard; he trembled as he lifted his head, feeling as though he had plunged into an ice cellar.
He had been with the Yu family for a long time, having served there since Old Master Yu was young.
Before turning fourteen, Yu Xiheng had always been with the Yu family, and naturally, the butler had watched him grow up and knew somewhat of his temperament.
Yu Xiheng was silent and unsociable, never attending any high-society parties.
Latterly, he stopped returning to the Yu family altogether, and over time, even the butler forgot about his existence.
Yet, in the butler's eyes, Yu Xiheng should have always been a very controllable person.