He took a large stride and climbed into the car; the electric car then slowly drove towards the distant house.
Beigong Cang absentmindedly observed the obviously manicured garden, his gaze inadvertently falling upon the girl skipping rope on the grass. He referred to her as a girl because she looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, indeed just a little girl to a mature man like himself. Moreover, if Lele were here, she would have called her "sister."
The electric car stopped in front of the house, and the driver said to Beigong Cang, "Mr. Beigong, please come inside; the butler will be here shortly."
Beigong Cang stepped into the hall with large strides; the hall was very colorful. Vintage wooden sofas, a huge carpet, solid-wood tables and chairs, even the carpet leading to the second-floor stairs was black. It's hard to know whether living in such a place every day would be oppressive, a cold and icy feeling.
"Hey!" A little girl's voice came from behind him.
