The manor was ablaze with lights, the green trees shaded the grounds, contrasting sharply with the pitch-black sea, appearing just like the Immortal Realm.
The car slowly came to a stop in front of a luxurious villa that resembled a small castle.
Two rows of people dressed in black were lined up in front of the house, standing in a formation akin to an umbrella.
As the stretched Lincoln came to a halt, one of them quickly stepped forward and respectfully opened the door.
Out sprang a girl dressed in a judo uniform, shouldering a white backpack. She wore her hair in a ponytail and looked both confident and carefree.
Upon seeing her descend from the vehicle, the two rows of black-clad people promptly bowed and chorused, "Welcome home, Young Miss."
If Chen Yan were here, he would definitely recognize her as... Zhao Ying.
Evidently used to such a spectacle, Zhao Ying nonchalantly waved her hand before running into the villa, chirping like a little bird.
