There is no modern urban atmosphere of China here, no hustle and bustle of industrial cities, low-key, mysterious, ancient, yet exuding extravagance and splendor.
A stretch limousine, followed by a convoy of cars, had been waiting outside the airport for the Hall Master's return.
The car carried her, racing along the road.
The climate here is similar to that of the United Kingdom, quite damp and cold this season. Si Yuheng ordered the driver to close the car window to prevent Xiaoxiao from catching a chill.
Liang Anya only felt the noise outside the car gradually diminish, the environment becoming more and more quiet, until the car finally stopped.
Perhaps even after many, many years, Liang Anya would never forget the shock she felt the first time she stood in front of the gates of Beiming Hall.
Is this a place for ordinary people to live?
The most luxurious villas back home couldn't compare to one percent of the grandeur before her eyes!
