The compound was in a secluded area and isolated from the bustling city, with barely any noise around. The dimly lit street lights were hiding in the spruce trees, casting down their shadows.
The autumn air in the capital was dry and dusty. When the wind kicked up, fog would fill the sky, as if a layer of ash sprinkled down. The later the night, the colder it became.
Song Fengwan leaned against the back seat. Why are those two here? If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come.
"Miss Song, we're here," Qian Jiang reminded. The car had already stopped for two minutes, but she still hadn't moved.
"Thank you." Song Fengwan pushed the door open and got out of the car. Old Madam Fu was already waiting at the door. Song Fengwan was flattered. "Grandma Fu, why are you outside?"
