The motorcade slowly came to a stop in front of a courtyard that blended classical charm with modern design.
Here, the green trees formed a canopy, and the flowers were as splendid as a tapestry. The traditional flying eaves and upturned corners harmoniously coexisted with the simple glass curtain walls, and a smooth cement road extended to the depths of the courtyard.
Three black sedans silently parked outside the courtyard gate.
Three people were already waiting at the gate—an energetic elderly man in his sixties stood at the front, beside him was a caregiver cautiously supporting an imposing elder of about eighty.
On either side of the gate, two armed guards stood solemnly like bronze statues, their sharp eyes moving within the security perimeter.
When Gong Qing in the rear car and Lu Xiaoying in the middle car saw the two elders waiting at the gate, it was as if countless bolts of lightning exploded in their minds.
