The Value of the Bone Sculpting Pill

Rare Treasures Pavilion, top floor.

Knock, knock, knock.

Song Huan knocked on the door, a trace of nervousness on his face.

Right now, he could only hope that what Wei Luo had said was true and not mere wild talk.

Otherwise, if the Liu Clan learned that he had brought a madman who had just killed someone into the Rare Treasures Pavilion, he would never live to see tomorrow's sun.

"Come in."

Only after hearing the cool voice from within did Song Huan bow and push open the door.

Inside, a woman in plain white sat bent over a desk, writing with a brush. Her brows seemed forever touched by sorrow.

Though she was already in her forties, time had left few marks upon her. Apart from a few faint wrinkles, she still possessed a dignified, noble beauty.

What drew the eye most was the red wheelchair beneath her.

She was Liu Hongmei, the "Madam Liu" Wei Luo had sought. The Rare Treasures Pavilion was an enterprise of the Liu Clan, one of the several great clans of the provincial capital.

Ten years ago, Liu Hongmei had suffered an accident and could only remain in a wheelchair, cared for by others.

The person caring for her was presently lounging against the bedside, holding a storybook that had turned her pretty face red.

Only when Song Huan entered did she come back to herself. She hurriedly hid the novel called Red Snow Dream before asking,

"Manager Song, haven't you finished handing over your goods? Is there something else?"

There seemed to be a hint of panic in Liu Jiaoyan's voice. Song Huan glanced at her before speaking.

"Forgive this lowly one's presumption. I came to see Madam Liu at someone's request."

As he spoke, he took out Wei Luo's letter.

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