C818 Slap in the Face

When Qiao Xinxian returned to the mansion, it was already 10: 30 PM.

In the past, at this time of day, only the lights in the night were still on. Then, the lights in the rooms of a few masters were still on.

But today, the Spring Pavilion was brightly lit.

Ziyu stood at the entrance of the Spring Pavilion. When he saw Qiao Xinxian get out of the car, he quickly went up to greet him