Hua Zhuo didn't publicize Wen Jiang's identity. By the time she returned to the Jimo Family, the night lamps had just been lit.
The majestic and solemn Yunxia retro-style courtyard was surrounded by carved-out waterways, with interlacing bridges converging on the grand central courtyard.
Wen Jiang and Zero Egg couldn't help but sigh in unison.
"Extravagant."
"Decadent."
The word "decadent" came from Zero Egg.
The retro-styled courtyard in front of them was roughly seven stories high, featuring upturned eaves and a grand architectural design. Warm lighting wrapped around each floor, bringing a modern, luxurious opulence to the manor in the dead of night.
Seeing Wen Jiang look up at the building, Hua Zhuo thought she might be reminiscing about her past life in the slums. No matter how she appeared now, her background in the slums couldn't be fabricated. Perhaps it was because of this that she seemed so indifferent.
