lt;lt;A wealthy wife

In the middle of the courtyard sat a young man, about twenty years old. Even for this group of assassins who had long been accustomed to seeing people, they could only describe his appearance as "amazing." If his looks were already unparalleled, then his cold and noble temperament was even more unique.,Only slightly lowered her head, holding a vase of flowers in her hand. This flower seemed unremarkable at first glance, but those who knew their stuff would recognize it as the internationally renowned "Drunken Orchid," something that even wealthy individuals struggled to obtain. Now, it was casually placed aside by her, seemingly indifferent.,After sending away a group of troublesome people, Zhou Yi put his belongings into a black backpack and took out the hot dishes from the kitchen. He sat in the yard and ate them up. Over the years, he had developed the habit of cooking for himself. Not long after, he finished his meal.。