“Huff…”

As Qin Luo arrived at the door, he took a deep breath, entered the password, and pushed the door open.

The spacious three-bedroom apartment, tastefully decorated with understated luxury, was fully equipped with all the essentials. The appliances and furniture were all from well-known brands.

Owning a place like this in the magical city of Shanghai (or "the city of magic," 魔都) would require a net worth of no less than tens of millions, but this apartment didn’t belong to Qin Luo—it belonged to Qin Zhitao.

Or rather, Jiang Zhitao.

Jiang Zhitao was Qin Luo’s older sister. Five years …