Finally, the car stopped in front of a three-story stone building.
It was a Georgian-style mansion, with gray stone walls, white doors and windows, and several chimneys rising from the roof.
Light shone through a few windows on the first floor, making the steps in front of the door look bright.
Smith stopped the car and turned off the engine.
"Mr. Song, we're here."
He opened the car door and got out.
The night breeze blew over, bringing a hint of chill, along with the scent of grass and soil.
In the distance, insects chirped rhythmically.
Song Heping got out of the car, raised his head, and looked at the building.
It looked very old, at least over a hundred years old.
Ivy climbed up the stone walls, swaying slightly in the night wind. Two gas lamps hung on the porch, their flames flickering inside the glass, emitting a warm orange glow.
But even in such a quiet night, he could feel those eyes on him.
In the shadows of the porch, there stood two people.
