Xiao Yehui lowered his eyelids, concealing the depth in his eyes, "I hope Marquis Lawrence can always be as confident, excuse me."
With those words, he turned to leave, but then, seeming to recall something else, he halted and looked towards Li Qiao, "Xiao Qi, I hope you will like the 'gift' I've sent you."
The hidden meaning in his statement was so profound; as a former military strategist for the Seven Sons, Xiao Yehui was never one to make idle remarks.
Li Qiao's heart sank, but she maintained her composure, curling her lips into a light smile, "I appreciate your painstaking efforts."
Xiao Yehui gazed at her with an inscrutable look, then with a slight bow of his body, he stepped onto the mansion's staircase.
Li Qiao knew, he was not joking.
...
At 8 o'clock in the evening, the night sky of Charlman City lit up with fireworks.
Countless giant fireworks burst in glorious colors, shining in everyone's eyes like brilliant glass.
