When the car slowly drove into the complex, Song Heping noticed that there were twice as many security guards as in a regular neighborhood at the entrance.
The security system in this upscale residential area was excessively stringent, and the landscaping was exceptionally exquisite, not the gaudy assemblage favored by nouveau riche, but rather a layered garden design where camphor, osmanthus, and crape myrtle were arranged elegantly with pebble paths winding throughout.
The car driven by his brother, Song He Xie, had automatic recognition capabilities, and the gate silently lifted.
The parking lot was on the third basement level, with soft warm yellow lighting, and the parking spaces were wide enough to accommodate two cars.
The elevator required a card swipe to activate, directly reaching the 28th floor.
"The security here is pretty good," Song Heping said casually.
