On a stormy night, Su Yan clutches the wound left by a false accusation in a diary as the Su family’s bodyguards toss him into a filthy alley.
“Get lost! The Su family has no place for an ungrateful brat like you!” His adoptive father’s roar is swallowed by thunder.
As his consciousness fades, a red umbrella stops over his head.
Shen Weixi bends down, her fingertips brushing his bloodied cheek. “Young Master Su, you’ll get sick standing in the rain.”
Inside a black Rolls-Royce, she smiles faintly. “A canary belongs in its cage... Don’t you agree?”
When Su Yan wakes, he finds himself in a luxurious cage.
Outside, Shen Weixi smiles at the surveillance screens. “Welcome to my game, Su Yan.”
