Zhen Sheng City, Dragon Soar Hotel.
"Is it Mr. Hu Tuzhi?"
"Yes, it's me."
"Your package, please sign for it."
"Okay. Thank you."
Hu Tuzhi took the package from Dongfeng Express's top delivery personnel, hurriedly went through the hotel lobby, took the elevator, and returned to his room.
"White, I'm back."
He pushed open the door to his luxury suite—there, near the balcony in the living room, stood a wooden bird stand with a half-meter-high White Phoenix Parrot perched on it.
Its feathers were sleek, looking well-maintained, but it exuded a sense of weakness, lacking any vitality, its eyes half-closed as if in a light sleep.
Only when Hu Tuzhi opened the door did it slightly open its eyes to look at him.
This was the White Phoenix Parrot named White, left behind after Hu Tuzhi's wife passed away.
