Squeak.
The magnet lock of the wrought iron gate activated.
Song Guanchao crossed the yard and approached the door.
The door was open, and there was a pair of slippers on the foyer floor.
He didn't change shoes and walked directly through the foyer, entering the bright, high-ceilinged living room.
The villa area, though remote, was extravagantly decorated.
The living room was covered with walnut wood flooring, a large peach-shaped crystal chandelier made of small crystals hung in the center, dark wall panels, and an expensive marble backdrop wall showcased the villa owner's taste and financial strength.
The villa itself wasn't expensive, but clearly a lot of effort had gone into the decoration.
Just the decoration cost of this villa could probably purchase several villas.
"Please have a seat, Mr. Song."
A young woman brought over a cup of tea, her delicate face adorned with a smile.
Song Guanchao accepted the tea and sat on a single sofa.
