"Mrs. Li, it's terrible, terrible! Something's happened to the young master!"
Because Yu Lan hadn't shown up.
The Black Panther had fallen into a state of extreme self-loathing, self-pity, and self-destruction.
He hadn't eaten all day. He just lay listlessly in the iron cage, his eyes wide open, staring silently at the doorway.
He was waiting for Yu Lan to appear.
He hadn't slept or rested, hadn't eaten or drunk.
But in the eyes of the Li Family's Guard Team, who were responsible for protecting Li Yucheng, this was a catastrophe.
From a distance, they could barely even detect Li Yucheng's breathing. It looked... it looked as if the Black Panther was already on the verge of death.
The members of the Guard Team were scared out of their wits. One group approached the iron cage, while another hurried off to report to Mrs. Li.
