Compared to the other houses that song qingxiao had seen when she was in the car, this place was much more desolate. Even during the day, it gave off a gloomy feeling that made people shiver.
The iron fence was painted and covered with blooming red roses, blocking the prying eyes of outsiders.
The faint fragrance of flowers wafted from the garden, further adding to the gloomy and cold feeling.
Zhou ye took out the key and opened the door. He turned to look at song Qing and smiled,
the security here is very good. The patrols are very strict with strangers and cars. Outsiders couldn't enter, and the residents in the garden had long heard of the reputation of this house, so even if the iron door was left ajar, no one came in.
yes, " song qingxiao replied. She looked around the garden and saw red flowers in the green grass. It was a little strange.
"If in the end, miss song takes a fancy to it, I can find someone to help you clean up this garden."
