Young Master of the Zhuang Family, Zhuang Yu, truly didn't sleep a wink, and today he didn't feel any fatigue at all.
For some reason, whenever he closed his eyes, Zhuang Yu's mind was filled with the figure of Ye Xuan. No one knew Ye Xuan's background, and the person who understood him the most only knew he had a name: Black Emperor.
Even Ye Xuan himself sometimes didn't know how to evaluate himself.
So he described himself in one sentence.
"I am inherently good, but fate made me a wolf."
Naturally, the women scoffed at this.
But Zhuang Yu knew… that night, a demon from hell wielding a long blade killed countless people, and he barely survived. Or perhaps it was fate; a congenital heart condition suddenly created a state of apparent death, even fooling Ye Xuan.
Meanwhile, Ge Xiaoying and Elder Xuan had already gotten out of the car.
Ge Xiaoying had a cold expression on her face, while Elder Xuan looked pale, with some bloodstains on his sleeves.
