Huo Qi was indeed a bit dumbfounded. Beijing, the Second Ring Road, a quadrangle courtyard?
No, are Wu Yanzu's bodyguards really that wealthy these days?
Cheng Dongyuan glanced at Wen Xian, a smile playing on his lips as he continued holding the ID card between his fingertips, "I know that street. It's not far from the Forbidden City. The people who can live there..."
He didn't say more, because it was clear to anyone that it wasn't a place just anyone with money could live.
Wen Xian's action of eating foie gras just froze there.
She stared unwaveringly at Lu Xiao, who appeared indifferent, his slender, piercing eyes mysterious and unreadable.
Wen Xian was genuinely shocked.
She knew Lu Xiao was from Beijing, but his family actually lived in—
The next second, she snatched the ID card from Cheng Dongyuan's hand, closely scrutinizing the address and the name on it...!
The ID card was authentic.
It wasn't forged.
