At a café located outside the alleyway.
A black Maserati was parked there.
A man, lazily reclining on his couch, was dressed in a gray suit. He was handsome, his features distinct, and he was delicately sipping a cup of coffee.
Sitting across the man, was a young man.
The young man was delicate and clever, his coffee-colored hair casually strewn about, slightly curled at the ends. His skin was fair, his eyes sparkling like stars, lips rosy, teeth white.
"What brings you here today?" The youth played with the spoon in his hand, asked softly, with an underlying chill in his voice that made his eyes darken as well.
The man smiled and signaled his assistant to pass a box to the young man, "This is from the old man. He said, 'Happy 15th birthday.'"
Lu Xiu did not reach out to receive it.
Knowing the young master's temper, the assistant gently placed it on the table and opened it for him.