Spring leaves and autumn arrives, year after year!
The car accident did not claim Mu Shuoqian's life, it merely left a ten-centimeter-long scar on his forehead. Some fine strands of hair concealed the fierce scar, making his face still look perfectly flawless.
He was sitting at the dining table eating, when a man in his fifties approached, holding a set of papers in his hand.
"Sir, the young master's test results are out." Uncle Yu stood aside, trembling with nerves, hesitant to hand over the papers.
Mu Shuoqian put down his knife and fork, glanced over nonchalantly, "Hand it over."
Uncle Yu sighed quietly and placed the papers on the table next to him.
Mu Shuoqian picked up the papers and read them from the beginning, his expression turning from sunny to cloudy, his eyebrows squeezing into a character of '川': "Where is he?"
"Still asleep."
"Wake him up."
"Yes, sir."
