The flying saucer model supercar slowly descended to a unique little courtyard. Its surroundings were green hills and clear waters, possessing the scenery of the southern rivers.
In the tiny courtyard, a certain feeling of tranquility and of the simple life rose in Qin Fen's heart.
There was a two-story building, formed of red brick. It was carved into the mythological beast, the Qilin, that could step on the clouds and tread the mist.
This Qilin held its head high, revealing a pair of eyes that looked down on the great earth. It was truly akin to the Imperial power that was paramount in ancient times, overlooking down on the common people.
Qin Fen tilted his head to look at Lin Liqiang. He asked, "Where is Song Jia?"
Lin Liqiang sighed. He raised his chin and pointed at the tiny building of red brick. He said, "She's inside there. She's been grounded."
