When the crowd at Liu Garden scrambled toward the main gate in a panic, they happened to collide with a boisterous procession crossing the bridge from the Wansheng Tower, carrying an ornate sedan chair.
"Which young master is so lucky to have hit the jackpot?" someone couldn't help but ask.
As if in response, the group on the bridge suddenly raised their volume, their cheers growing even more deafening.
Chapter 45