Rain pattered against the car window.
Tang Li sat in the back seat of the sedan, ancient hundred-year-old trees lining the road, towering skyward with their branches twisting intricately. In such a rainy night, it all took on a quiet and leisurely charm.
Looking out the car window, her hands lightly gripped the shoulder bag on her lap.
It was her first time setting foot in this villa, and Tang Li couldn't say she was without a trace of nervousness.
Not just because it was where Song Baiyan lived.
When they entered the villa, Ji Ming was driving.
"When did you hurt your foot?"
Hearing Song Baiyan's voice next to her, Tang Li shifted her gaze from the window, and as the streetlights intermittently illuminated the inside of the car, she looked at her left foot and explained in a low voice, "I accidentally stepped on some bushes on the way."
A few minutes later, the Lexus pulled up in front of the residence's grand entrance.
It was a manor-style building.
