Click. The villa's front door was gently shut, and the sound of a car driving away came from the courtyard.
Xu Wang continued gnawing on the corn cob in his hand. Only after he had finished the whole thing did he leisurely rise from his chair.
Xu Wang stood by the window and slowly stretched. This time, he did not dare launch straight into a Tai Chi routine either.
Xu Wang spread his legs slightly, interlaced his fingers, and stretched his arms upward.
Oh my god, that hurt so good.
After finishing a set of stretches, Xu Wang let out a long breath of relief. Perhaps because he had stretched his body out, the soreness in his lower back seemed to have eased considerably.
Xu Wang lay on the sofa and scrolled on his phone for a while. For some reason, he kept feeling uneasy today. His heart was racing like crazy, and he kept feeling as though something was going to happen.
Trusting his instincts, Xu Wang slowly sat up on the sofa and began thinking back, trying to figure out whether he had overlooked anything important.
Xu Wang frowned, then suddenly jerked his head up. He looked at his own faint reflection in the glass window opposite him.
Xu Wang clenched his right fist and smacked it into his left palm. He remembered now. In the original novel, hadn't the original owner died around this time?
Xu Wang tried hard to recall the few passages in the original novel that described the original owner. He remembered that the passage had appeared amid the recollections following Pei Yanchuan's death.
Xu Wang remembered now. The original owner's death in the novel had not been an accident. Pei Father and his family had been behind it. He had hired people to