Li Chengyun, of course, did not refuse, and took her directly to the meeting site.
Yu Jingrong stared in a daze at the mansion before her – no, the sprawling mansion castle, resembling Europe's Old World castles. Those living in such places are commonly from aristocratic families who have been grand landowners for several centuries.
The door was opened by an elderly Italian - likely the longtime housekeeper of the castle. He led them up a gravel path, past a neatly trimmed evergreen trees, then through a large cast iron door covered in vines. The floor was carpeted with Persian rugs, and at the end of the long corridor was an arched domed entrance.
Yu Jingrong was discreetly observing the grandeur of the living room bathed in gold. It was full of Neoclassical style, both magnificent and elegant.
She was going to ask Li Chengyun who his friend was when Li Chengyun's voice sounded, "If you feel tired later, tell me, and I'll have someone take you to the guest room to rest."
