Zhang Yuxi composed herself and went to wash her face.
She pulled Lin Feng along, giving him a tour of the villa's layout.
"Actually, it's not much different from our house, just the arrangement is a bit different..."
Zhang Fuyong had bought this villa over ten years ago. The garage was to the left of the main building, resembling a freestanding carport that appeared to have been built by hand. As for the original basement garage, Zhang Fuyong had converted it into his personal collection room. Inside were all the antiques, paintings, and calligraphy he had collected over the years.
After touring the villa, they returned to the living room. The two elders were like children themselves, playing games with the kids. The eldest and fourth sons were playing a shooting game with their grandfather. The toy guns made a TAT-TAT-TAT sound and even had special features.
Zhang Fuyong flopped onto the mat without a care for his image, writhing in pretend agony as he clutched his chest.
