C57 You Are Ye Xiaofeng
At the stroke of midnight in the Imperial Luxury Villa District, within the walls of Villa No. 18, Fong Shaoxiong clutched a brand-new phone, his fingers trembling as he dialed Young Master Chung's number. He was all too aware of Young Master Chung's volatile temper and knew that delaying his report would only incite further rage if Young Master Chung got wind of the news from another source