He entered a wealthy family by mistake

A sand city above the underground black market

Some bosses who had closed their store doors secretly opened them and looked out curiously.

Because they had waited for a long time but no one came to sweep their shop, and they couldn't hear any movement at all. The only sound left was the wind blowing sand and the sound of signboards on the street.

In the previous tavern, the uncle opened the door of the tavern and looked nervously at the street outside.

A man hiding under the table asked in fear, "What's going on? Are they gone or are they searching above and haven't reached us yet?"

"I don't know, but there's no one in the store above."

The boss replied nervously in a low voice and opened a little gap.

The owner who also opened a gap on the opposite side to see what was going on outside saw the tavern uncle and shouted in a low voice, "What's going on? Why hasn't anyone come here after an hour?"

The uncle boss shook his head and said that he didn't know what was going on. He would have arrived at them at this time, but there were sounds of weapons and the sounds of young men and women being insulted everywhere.

"Maybe the portrait of Miss He in your store has appeared." The boss opposite looked inexplicably happy.

They are all people who have been favored by He Jiao. This street used to be He Jiao's stronghold. Although it was not prosperous, it was very harmonious and lively. Now it is only depressed and dangerous.

"Maybe it's Miss He who is really protecting us in the sky." The uncle looked up at the sky and murmured.

"A car is coming."

The boss opposite suddenly shouted urgently and immediately closed the store door.

The uncle also quickly closed the store door and blocked the wooden door with his body. It didn't matter if he died, but his store was full of young people, and everyone was the next generation of Shacheng!

The boss didn't want to resist, and those who resisted often died in pain.

But now he no longer wanted to be a coward, so he pulled out the weapon on his waist, forced himself to take a deep breath, and pressed his body against the door, ready for a desperate fight.

"You all go inside the counter and hide. No matter what noise you hear, don't come out." The uncle shouted anxiously to the young girls and young men who were holding their heads and crying.

They cried and remained motionless, hugging themselves and wiping away tears.

A good-looking young man wiped away his tears and stood up. He picked up the chair next to him and used it as a weapon. He said in a decisive voice, "Being beaten to death by random bullets is worse than being insulted to death."

The others also cheered up upon hearing this, picking up their chairs and facing the store door defensively, wiping away tears.

The uncle shook his head and sighed, but there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly the car stopped outside the door of the store, and you could clearly hear the sound of someone getting out of the car and closing the door.

The uncle and the others immediately became nervous, clenching the weapons in their hands hard, and their hearts beating rapidly.

Finally, several dark figures stopped at the door of the store. Just when the uncle and the others thought that the other party would break in directly, someone outside actually knocked on the door.

The uncle was a little confused, and the others looked at each other in confusion.

Just when the uncle didn't know what to do, the words sounded outside, "Boss, it's me."

The uncle couldn't believe it when he heard the familiar voice, and his eyes widened.

Almost as soon as he finished his voice, he opened the store door fiercely, and the butler with a gentle smile outside immediately came into view.

Although the person in front of him was no longer shy or young as he was more than twenty years ago, the uncle still recognized the butler himself at a glance.

His eyes turned red instantly, and his mind was full of every detail of the housekeeper and Master He He Jiao's life here. He thought the housekeeper had gone with them, but he didn't expect that he was still there.

"Really...is it you?"

The uncle's voice trembled.

"It's really me."

The butler was dressed in a butler's uniform, with his hands on his abdomen. He stood upright and showed his face of joy at reunion to the uncle. He was very gentle, so gentle that the uncle choked up.

He hurriedly wiped away his tears and said, "It's great that you are still here."

This sentence made the housekeeper fall silent. He knew it was a word of worry, but he felt very uncomfortable in his heart.

yes! I am the only one left alive.

The housekeeper was very sad and quickly wiped away his tears and changed the subject and said, "There is no danger now, there is no need to hide anymore."

The uncle still didn't quite understand what he meant, "What happened today?"

"Things are a bit complicated, but this time Shacheng is truly rescued, and everyone can live an ordinary life from now on."

"Really?"

The uncle was overjoyed.

The butler immediately smiled and nodded.

He looked at the portrait of He Jiao hanging on the wall in the store, and his eyes turned red again.

Second Miss, your wish is about to come true. This time everyone will be able to live a normal life, and Shacheng will return to normal.

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Mr. He, his eyes full of tenderness. "Master, it won't be long. As soon as the second lady's child is found, I will go down and stay with you. We will never be separated in the future."

There was no despair in the butler's eyes, but instead a sense of relief and expectation.

"Grandpa Butler."

Ye Miao's happy voice suddenly sounded on the street, waving to the housekeeper in the car.

Upon hearing Ye Miao's voice, the housekeeper immediately wiped the tears from his eyes, turned to face Ye Miao, and responded to Ye Miao's wave with a smile.

As soon as the car stopped, Ye Miao dropped Shen Tianyu and got out of the car, happily running towards the housekeeper.

The uncle was stunned. He pointed at Ye Miao and asked the housekeeper in astonishment, "Is this... is this Miss He's child? Has he grown so big?"

The housekeeper's heart pounded violently. He held his heart tightly, stiffened his neck and raised his head to ask the uncle, "You, who did you just say?"

"Ms. He! This child looks so much like Miss He! You can tell he is Miss He's child at a glance," the uncle said excitedly.

But the housekeeper's eyes widened. He thought he was the only one who thought Ye Miao looked like He Jiao, but he didn't expect others to think so too.

Thinking of Bai Lang's constant clinging to Ye Miao, Wen Dai and Dean's attitude, he covered his mouth in shock and looked at Ye Miao, who was as happy as him and ran over to him, unable to calm down for a long time.

So, the young master is... the second lady's child?