Entering the manor, Ling Chen parked the car and walked straight toward the villa. When he reached the door, it was already opened from inside, and a middle-aged man in home clothes smiled warmly at him.
"Little Ling, welcome back."
"Uncle Mu, it's been a while," Ling Chen greeted.
The middle-aged man in front was Mu Zhiyuan, the owner of the villa.
"Is it Little Ling who has come?" As the voice sounded, a beautiful woman in her forties with charm still lingering, came quickly. Her slightly wrinkled face was filled with a friendly smile, "Little Ling, come here, let me have a good look at you. I've missed you so much over the past few months."
Ling Chen grinned, "Mrs. Chen, you really shouldn't miss me, otherwise Uncle Mu might get jealous."
