Mingwei Residence was tucked away in a narrow alleyway, accessible to cars but without any parking space. The two of them parked the car by the roadside and then alighted.
In the alley, a grand courtyard entrance was adorned with a large black plaque, inscribed with the name Mingwei Residence. However, under the dim lights, the characters were almost illegible.
At the entrance hung two large lanterns, and the vermilion doors were tightly shut. Yet, on this outdated door was a piece of high-tech equipment—a doorbell.
Ding-dong, Mo Xing rang the doorbell, "Just wait, someone will come to fetch us shortly."
"Damn, business must be good to take it to this level. While others open their doors wide, fearing that people won't notice they're open for business, this guy has the audacity to keep his doors closed."
Ye Ling muttered under his breath, finding it quite extraordinary. This also indirectly showed just how much pride Xiong San had.
