The following day, Xiang Ning woke up as the agreed-upon time approached. It was five o’clock in the morning and the sun had yet to rise, but he already felt that someone was outside his room. It should be the one Uncle Zhao arranged for me. He looked at the sleeping Fang Rou and gently kissed her forehead.

He silently walked out of the room like a specter. The man in front of his room was frightened by how silent he was.

“Let’s go.” Xiang Ning locked the door behind him.

The man was one of the guards that was close to Uncle Zhao. While he wasn’t that strong, there were still things that only he could do. He was surprised by how...