Jun Moyan was amused by its actions, and a faint smile unconsciously formed at the corner of his mouth.
Wen Xiao'ai thought she was seeing things.
He smiled?
She counted on her fingers — hadn't this man gone five or six days without smiling?
And every time he did smile, it was as ephemeral as a night-blooming flower, so quick that one might think it was an illusion.
Seeing Wen Xiao'ai staring at him blankly, Jun Moyan reached out and gently rubbed the top of its head.
Around seven o'clock, the sky gradually darkened.
A black Maybach slowly drove into an estate even larger than Wu Garden.
Inside were artificial mountains and rivers, pavilions and towers, man-made lakes, and European-style buildings located at various corners, large enough to serve as a tourist attraction.
The car passed several huge flower gardens and artificial lakes, finally stopping in front of the largest and most eye-catching villa in the center of the estate.
