The following day, in the morning, clouds shrouded the sky dome. Outside the gates of Jinling City, on the winding mountain road to Ziyin Mountain, lay the grand villa perched at the peak.
"Looks like it's going to rain?" In the back seat of the car, the teenage girl stuck her head out, looking up at the sky dome through the glass. "Eh, I think I see... The Yin's family is even higher up. Don't they find it troublesome? In the middle of nowhere, without even a supermarket, they'd have to drive an hour just to buy a pack of tissues, right?"
"The Yin's family doesn't need to go down the mountain to buy tissues themselves," her brother said, amused by her comment. "Xiao Jing, remember not to joke around when we get to the Yin's family."
