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 old housekeeper thought this, and she became even more displeased with the young mistress. As for the servants, they were originally sent by the second mistress to gather information. Seeing the head butler's anger now, they took the opportunity to add fuel to the fire. Offending the old housekeeper would be enough to make this young mistress suffer for half a pot! Hmph!。