Five years later.
Shengjing City, Xiao Liu wearing a leather jacket and jeans, sunglasses perched on his freshly trimmed hair, quickly ran to the entrance of the He Mansion and took the suitcase from He Buning's hand.
"Boss, what do you have in here? It's so heavy!"
He Buning, in black clothes with long hair, had already donned a thick cloak before winter had even arrived, standing under the two large red wooden doors, his posture straight like a pine, full of nobility.
In recent years, due to heart failure issues, He Buning had become much thinner, with less color on his face, forcibly transforming from the once heroic young General of the Evil Suppression Bureau into the frail and sickly appearance of a scholar.
As soon as he walked out, two girls from a newly opened milk tea shop across the street couldn't help but excitedly exclaim 'So handsome!' and raised their phones to secretly take pictures of He Buning.
