The next day, Mu Yingchen took Su Wanxia to the residence of Su's grandfather.
The place wasn't too far from his villa, yet not close either—about half an hour's drive. The direction was straightforward; leaving his villa and heading south would lead straight to Su's grandfather's abode.
It was a medium-sized separate courtyard with artificial mountains, flowing water, pavilions, and towers. The decor also had a retro style, emanating an ancient charm everywhere.
Mu Yingchen raised an eyebrow, not expecting the old man to be such a cultured person.
"Do you feel like everything is made of wood?" Su Wanxia, seeing Mu Yingchen's expression, couldn't help but tease him.
Mu Yingchen turned to look at her, a helpless smile creeping into his eyes.
"These don't seem to be ordinary wood..."
