This was not a specially developed wealthy district; the entire mountain was home to just this one villa halfway up its slope.
Imagine, a solitary household on the entire mountain, with no signs of life nearby, especially at night – as if isolated from the world, eerily quiet. Not just anyone had the courage to live here.
In an ambiance of gloom and mystery, the stern, tall iron gates stood wide open.
Walking in, fierce barking of guard dogs could be heard.
"Clap, clap, clap…"
As Jiang Chen and Liao Xiangdong, who had come from afar, stepped into the villa, they saw a young man sitting in a chair, slightly hunched with his elbows resting on his knees, looking up at the two with a smile on his face. He began to clap, slowly and emphatically, while reciting something in a rhythmic tone.
"What a joy to have friends coming from afar."
Pei Yunxi, standing by the dining table, was in a daze.
She was not surprised by Liao Xiangdong's arrival.
But.
Why would this young man come?
