Chen Hao and Li Bingshuang, led by the servants, walked into the main hall of the main villa.
Inside, the lights were bright, with several voices of laughter coming through.
"It seems there are other guests," Chen Hao pointed to a Bugatti Veyron parked in the yard, its domineering presence as if it had been modified a second time, its chassis higher than before.
"Never mind that, let's go in," Li Bingshuang took a deep breath, feeling an inexplicable aversion every time she came here, thankfully today she had Chen Hao with her.
The main hall was divided into an inner and an outer room, with guests usually in the outer hall during the day and in the inner hall at night.
The decoration of the entire hall was luxurious, with Western-style flooring covering the ground, Chinese-style wooden beams standing on both sides, and the surrounding walls built with specially colored stone bricks, carved with delicate patterns that made them more lively and interesting.
