Night had fallen deeply.
Under the pitch-black sky, a stretch limousine slowly drove into the outskirts of Jinchen City, entering a secluded and expansive courtyard.
Property in Jinchen City, just like in Shanghai, was worth its weight in gold. Even the outskirts commanded prices of tens of thousands per square meter. A large estate like this, spanning thousands of square meters, was valued at several hundred million or even several billion Xuan Country currency.
Naturally, those who could afford to live here were no ordinary people.
After the stretch limousine entered the estate, a middle-aged man with a gloomy expression stepped out of the car.
This middle-aged man appeared to be in his forties and bore an eight or nine-tenths resemblance to Bai Shaochen. If familiar individuals were present, they would undoubtedly recognize him as none other than Bai Shaochen's own uncle, Bai Shisong.
