Late at night.
In a large mansion in North City, the lamps were brightly lit. Carefully selected for their beauty, young maids bustled about, continuously carrying platters of fruit—rare for this season—into the room.
Although the wind outside was bone-chilling, the room was as warm as spring.
Xiao Rong reclined on an arhat couch, eyes half-closed, listening to his subordinate's report.
While there was still no concrete news on Yang Lian'Er's whereabouts, the day's efforts had significantly narrowed the search area. All clues pointed toward South City.
Therefore, Xiao Rong had a hunch that he would be able to root out this Yang Lian'Er by tonight at the latest.
He was in high spirits, already picturing the immense prestige that awaited him after capturing the vile woman and escorting her back to the capital.
But that wasn't the main reason.
