"Arf!"
Da Bai clamped onto the hem of his pants, vigorously dragging him inside.
His bright wolf-like eyes were unusually excited.
"I understand." Dan Hanjie patted Da Bai's head, signaling it to back off.
He removed his sunglasses, took a step back, and cast a careful glance over the newly built old-style villa before him.
"Mr. Jie, the atmosphere here is very strange."
Yao quickly caught up, warily warning him.
It was evident that the design of this villa was carried out decades or even a century ago, building such an imitation old villa in the suburbs means that the owner of the villa either cherishes old times or has ulterior motives.
"Don't you think this villa looks familiar?" Dan Hanjie glanced sidelong at Yao. Yao was stunned and tried to recall.
"I can't remember."
Yao couldn't recall, he looked up again, "Mr. Jie, you should step back, let me lead people in for a look first."
"Buzz—"
Just as Yao finished speaking, Dan Hanjie's mobile phone rang.
