The soothing classical music drifted through the air, and Ye Weining paused: When did she download such traditional music?
Li Tianyi! That brat must have downloaded the music.
Ye Weining angrily turned off the music, lowered the car window, and let the cold wind blow in.
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Country C, Capital City
Song Heng's car stopped in front of an old residential building. He knocked on the door: three times, neither too lightly nor too heavily, like a code.
Soon, an elderly woman with graying hair came to open the door. Her sharp gaze pierced Song Heng like a sword.
"Princess Lucy, I am Song Heng." Song Heng bowed respectfully.
Even though he knew the old woman's identity in advance, Song Heng was still shocked: All online searches showed Princess Lucy as an ageless goddess who looked just over thirty, hard to associate with the old hag in front of him.
"Come in." Princess Lucy said with authority, stepping aside to let Song Heng enter.
