It took more than seven hours to drive from Yun City to the capital. When they arrived, it was already evening.
"Are we going to the Fu family now?" Song Fengwan placed the problem book beside her aside and straightened her back. "Why don't we go over tomorrow morning?"
It was almost dark and it was mealtime. It would not be good to visit now.
"We agreed before that Old Master Fu would wait for us to have dinner."
Song Fengwan tilted her head and looked out of the window. This wasn't the first time she had come to Beijing. In the past, she had only come to travel.
The car drove through more than half of the city before arriving at a heavily guarded courtyard.
The iron gate was tall and majestic.
"Wait a minute." Qiao Xiyan got out of the car and prepared to register. It was too difficult to enter such a courtyard without permission.
"Mr. Qiao?" An old man with white hair walked over and asked in a low voice.
"I am."
