In the evening, a crescent moon hung high in the sky, its gentle light spilling down and scattering upon the villas in the community that were constructed in the Gothic style. Their silver glimmers appeared like a silvery city when viewed from a distance.
The evening breeze swept in, rustling the branches along the sides of the road, producing a soft rustling sound.
The occasional luxury car glided past, leaving behind a solitary shadow under the cover of night. The sound of the tires rubbing against the road disrupted the tranquility of the night.
A Buick Enclave, worth around two hundred thousand, was parked by the road. Tao Wei, who was once a prominent figure in the prodigal circle of East Sea, sat in the driver's seat fearfully, smoking a cigarette, turning a blind eye to the high-end cars driving from time to time.
In the past, despite driving an Enclave, he did not feel embarrassed seeing those million-dollar vehicles.
