Pei Ge intimately clung onto her mother's arm as they followed Ji Ziming in a grand corridor.
This long corridor seemed to be seldom used. Along it, exquisite paintings from well-known artists hung on the walls, as if their owner had no fear of them getting stolen.
This mere corridor already spoke volumes of its classiness.
Walking for quite some time, the man stopped in front of a room and opened its door.
"We're here." He gestured to them.
"Oh!"
She walked into the room with her arm wound around her mother's.
The room's color scheme was red brown. Coupled with the minimalistic yet elegant furnishings, the room appeared tasteful.
"Auntie, what would you like to eat?"
The man waited until the two women were seated before asking this question.
"Me?" Zhang Manhua smiled and said, "I'm not picky. Just choose what you like."
The man nodded slightly at this.
