Five years later, at the First Airport of Q City, a young man was walking out of the pick-up channel and he had stood out among the crowd. He was wearing a black shirt and trousers. His lips below the brown sunglasses were pursed and he looked exceptionally unfriendly and unapproachable.

Seeing him coming out, his assistant who had been waiting outside quickly went to him and took his baggage while asking carefully, "Sir, little Noah has not eaten anything for the whole day, shall we go back to the mansion first?"

"Why are you only telling me this now?" The man's frigid voice sounded as if he was going...