The off-white exterior walls glimmered with a pearly sheen under the twilight, columns extending to support the house's clean and simple dome; the iron railings of the terrace reflected a faint light, and several clusters of unknown vine-like green plants climbed upward, adding a touch of green to the building itself.
"Is this your home?"
Retracting his gaze from the exquisitely designed three-story small villa in front of him, Xia Nan turned his head to look at Jeff beside him, his expression surprised.
In his impression, this honest and thrifty convoy captain always wore a set of coarse linen clothes washed to a faded white, and when living and eating outside, he would save whenever he could.
Appearing extremely frugal.
Therefore, he never associated words like "wealthy" or "luxurious" with the other person.
He only thought that Jeff's life was difficult, and his earnings from working outside barely filled his family members' stomachs.
