Only Harley Hanqing had come back, and he left immediately after attending Wolcott's birthday feast.
Now not only had Harley Qiao returned, but he also vowed not to leave.
And, he had given his son such a valuable gift.
The twists and turns in this life were truly countless.
Harley clung tightly to the small jade pendant in her hand, mesmerized by its beauty, cherishing it like a priceless gem.
Julissa asked Harley, "Did you thank Uncle?"
"I did!" Harley said proudly, "I really like it. Uncle is so nice."
Moved by her innocence, Harley Sheathe tenderly stroked Harley's little head.
With the crowd growing, Julissa hustled them towards the banquet.
Throughout the feast, birthday wishes echoed constantly.
However, in seats far from the host, many were whispering about what they had just witnessed.