According to Tong Yan's plan, she would rest at the hotel for a few days before going back to work.
But when she was sent to the villa halfway up Yaming Mountain in N City, she was completely bewildered.
The villa occupies a huge area, yet everything exudes elegance, romantic yet solemn, with a European vintage style. The white walls combined with light red roof tiles stand out in the sunlight, nestled among lush trees, far removed from all worldly troubles, everything returning to serenity.
Inside the gate is a cobblestone path. To the left is a small garden, now in midsummer, the flowers are in full bloom, lush and beautiful. In the middle of the garden is an octagonal pavilion, to the right of the path is a large fountain, not far away is a stone table surrounded by four stone stools.
Tong Yan doesn't have much artistic sense, unable to think of any artsy or refined words, she could only say: Damn, rich people!
