He was abducted at the age of five and thrown into the mud in the antique street. After living under someone else's roof for fifteen years, I trained my eyes like fire - one eye to distinguish truth from falsehood, one eye to read people's hearts. When the ticket hit his face, he bent down to pick it up; when the inkstone was intercepted, he chased it all the way to the north bank. Twenty years later, he walked back to the whirlpool of the Lin family holding half of the old photo. With a fortune of hundreds of billions in front of him and the real murderer on his side, he just wants his name back. The young master in trouble refuses to accept his fate, and he will get back whatever is owed to him.
