C177 Everyone Had Their Own Plans and No One Was a Fool!

Gu Xian glanced at his attire, noticing the label on his shirt that bore the number 238.

The man before him could have been plucked straight from a medieval tale—a butler in a crisp black tuxedo, his hair impeccably styled, his temples and beard meticulously groomed. He stood with a ramrod-straight back, his movements a blend of grace and swiftness, yet silent as a shadow.

Swiftly