The car stopped by the entrance of the Cheng Residence.
"Cheng Zhou, bring Yao Tang in. I can wait for her outside."
The younger man, who had a hand in his pocket, narrowed his eyes. "Why don't we go in together? Grandma would like to see you."
"I..." Hesitating a bit, he slowly nodded.
The Cheng Family had an incredibly deep background. The old residences were quite large, with an antique garden design at the right side of the property. The courtyard was well-arranged as well, with white walls and dark green tiles to match the greeneries around them.
Bright as day, the Courtyard reflected all the colors of the rainbow, filled with life and people.
Everyone in the lot were of direct descendants of the Cheng Family.
The moment Cheng Yan had stepped into the old lady's courtyard, the atmosphere changed instantly. Dozens of gazes were fixated on the young man, all guarded and vigilant by his appearance.
