The outdated product from twenty years ago, to be honest, its structure and layout have long been obsolete in today's rapidly changing world.
But when stepping into this villa, at the moment of crossing the threshold, Fu Zili couldn't help but grind his foot deeply into the ground.
Perhaps this is a form of.
A feeling of entering the home.
"Please follow me."
The villa is rather dim, lacking any sense of splendor, and when the lights are turned on, they flicker like the dying breath of an old man, on the verge of extinguishing, as if the villa owner is ready to sleep with no intention of hosting guests.
If it were an ordinary person, they would likely start considering whether it's a bad time to visit, but is Fu Zili someone who second-guesses himself?
Certainly not.
He followed the nanny through the front hall with no embarrassment or awkwardness, arriving at the backyard with ease and confidence.
