Probably because the time-space rift opened last night, Nathan Xiao felt very tired after looking at his phone for a while and went to his bedroom to take a nap.
The weather changed rapidly from the cold and gloomy weather of the previous half month to hot and humid weather, which gave him a nightmare.
He has experienced so many things since he could remember. Sometimes it felt like hundreds of years had passed, and sometimes it felt like only a few days had passed. Now he was sinking deeper and deeper into Fuxi's consciousness, and he even felt like he was becoming less and less of a human being.
He propped himself up and sat up, leaning on the cushion to think carefully for a while, then opened the laptop that Wanyue had prepared for him on the bedside table, and began to look for some information about the Yao family. But all he could find on the Internet were some overly beautified propaganda slogans.
However, there was one piece of information that caught his attention. The chairman of the Yao Group, that is, the father of Young Master Yao, was actually quite interested in opera and sponsored the performance of a famous opera troupe "Yongdie". The grand performance was about to begin in the luxurious theater built with his funds.
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