The car drove through the gate, winding through the mountain roads for quite a distance before suddenly emerging into a clearing with a view of a house perched halfway up the hill, facing Doba Lake. The house carried an antique charm without lacking in luxury.
Very much like the residence of a wealthy family in Huaxia Country from the past, there was a huge garden in front with a circular flower bed in the center, which included a rockery with flowing water.
Before the car reached the entrance, Ge Dongxu could already see a middle-aged man in his forties to fifties, dressed in a white linen mandarin-collar short-sleeved shirt, standing there waiting, with two attendants behind him.
Clearly, this person had been informed by the gatekeeper and had come out specially to wait.
