8.4

"Young Master."

In a secluded private villa on the outskirts of the city, the dim corridor stretched like a shadow. A butler in a black tuxedo moved swiftly and lightly, heading toward the man seated in a wheelchair at the end of the hallway, his figure outlined by the pale light seeping through the window.

Only when he got closer did he quickly bow and said, "Master, it's time for your meal."

The man didn't turn around. His gaze remained fixed on the delicately carved window frame. He slowly raised a hand and tapped the glass. "Is there any news that should make me happy today?"

The housekeeper's face froze for a moment. He took a cautious step back before regaining his composure, "I don't know if it can be considered good news. Our people at the old house sent word that Fu Xiaoyuan returned today. He tried to convince the old man to cancel the engagement. The old man became furious on the spot. In the end, nothing was settled."