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.,Just then, footsteps outside the door slowly approached, accompanied by low murmurs. Zhou Yi could tell that they were just two ordinary people, with no trace of cultivation. He guessed that the person he was waiting for had arrived; they were indeed punctual.,The little servant was still chattering with the butler, but suddenly the butler stopped abruptly, his face contorted with terror. The little servant followed the butler's gaze and when he saw the child standing in front of them, his eyes widened in disbelief. Both of them simultaneously flashed a thought.。