As the hostess, Bo Lianye's task for the evening was to entertain their guests of the same age.
She didn't struggle with this task and, holding Song Huiren's hand, walked in with a bright smile.
Two red lanterns were hanging at the entrance, the flickering red candlelight exuding a dim and charming glow.
Bai Ziyan pursed his lips, "Let's go in." He took big strides and stepped through the threshold.
This was Bai Ziyan's first visit to the Bo family since they moved to Chunshui Alley.
This old mansion with three courtyards was situated in the city center where every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. Granny Bo's family must indeed be quite affluent.
Inspecting the mansion, Bai Ziyan exclaimed, "This must have a history of several hundred years, right? Every brick and tile is an artifact."
