A visiting son-in-law? The night is like ink, shrouding this bustling city. The neon lights flash and the noises come and go, like the unique heartbeat of this city. Liu Runzhan stood at the door of a luxurious villa, his eyes as cold as knives, but there was a hint of a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. He was wearing a simple black casual suit, but he gave off a calm and confident look. Beside him, a huge Tibetan Mastiff was squatting quietly, its eyes seemed to be able to see through everything, exuding a cold majesty. "Master, do you really want to go in?" The Tibetan Mastiff suddenly spoke, his voice low and rich, with a hint of ridicule. Liu Runzhan raised his eyebrows slightly and glanced at the Tibetan Mastiff: "Ajiu, when did you learn to speak human language?" The Tibetan Mastiff rolled his eyes: "Young Master...
