"Is this where you live in Beijing?"
The independent courtyard, decorated with white tiles and red walls, exuded a retro feel. Outside the courtyard, tall trees stood in rows, dense and lush. Outside the white iron gate, two guards in military uniforms stood expressionless.
When they saw Qin Zhan, they were initially stunned, then snapped to attention and saluted Qin Zhan inside the car, "Young Master."
Then they immediately opened the gate, allowing Qin Zhan to drive into the courtyard.
After parking the car at the entrance, Qin Zhan got out and walked to the passenger side. He bent down to open the car door for Bi Xia, took the black backpack from Bi Xia's hand, and held her hand to help her out.
Standing in the courtyard, facing the tightly closed door, Qin Zhan remained silent for a moment before he spoke slowly, "Let's go in."
