"This girl is even more disappointing than I imagined, truly no surprise." Mr. Feng wiped his hands and tossed the towel into the trash can, "This is just too boring."
Regarding the Feng family's inheritance rights, Housekeeper Xing dared not express his opinion lightly. He pulled out a rolled-up portrait from his sleeve and laid it out in front of Mr. Feng.
"Sir, we've created a portrait of the Mithril's owner based on Julian's description. I think you should take a look."
Originally, once the portrait was done, there was no need to show it to Mr. Feng. He only needed to instruct the people below to search based on the portrait, but once the final product was completed, he felt it was necessary for Mr. Feng to see it.
"Oh! Is there a surprise?"
"I think the Mithril's owner greatly resembles Lady Zhenzhen." Housekeeper Xing replied respectfully.
