Gu Yelin chose the place, and naturally, it couldn't be lacking. It was a standard quadrangle courtyard, with no sign at the door, yet the vehicles parked in front were all top luxury cars. An Yiqing followed Gu Yelin into the courtyard and felt the pure old city charm. Unlike the one Tang Lin had taken her to last time, this quadrangle had a more humane touch. The courtyard was not large, and there weren't many rooms; it was without much noise and clamor. Occasionally, one could hear the sound of waiters in embroidered jackets and long pants, with small caps moving around in the hall, and the crisp sound of beaded curtains colliding as they fell.
As soon as Gu Yelin set foot inside, someone notified the owner. Shortly after, an elderly man came out from the inner hall.
