However, there were no logs burning in the fireplace at the moment, and the harp stood silently in the corner, unattended.
Like what they saw on the way, the several servants, moving quietly in pairs or threes among the columns, the air in the Baron Mansion was filled with a sense of oppression.
It was clear that the baron, who the butler said hadn't slept all night, still hadn't closed his eyes by then.
Xia Nan and the others didn't wait long, just a few minutes, before they heard hurried and somewhat disordered footsteps coming from outside the door.
"Creak!"
The door to the reception room was suddenly pushed open.
Baron Farrow stood there.
As a noble and special approval officer, the dignity and propriety were utterly gone.
The always perfectly combed medium-length golden curls were now disheveled and hung over his forehead, and his pair of azure eyes were bloodshot, filled with shadows and anxiety, even his coat and shirt were crumpled.
