At nine o'clock at night, a convoy slowly drove into the Round Island Townhouse District, located two blocks from the Li family villa.
A European-style fountain stood at the entrance of the villa, surrounded by colorful night lights, creating a dazzling display.
Soon, the convoy stopped near the fountain. Shang Yu held Li Qiao's hand as they got out of the car, the light falling on their faces, highlighting their features vividly.
Li Qiao looked around, smelling the scent of grass in the air. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a large stone covered with red silk nearby.
Shang Yu, with one hand in his pocket, stood tall and straight. He lightly touched Li Qiao's cheek with his finger and said in a deep voice, "Don't you want to open it and take a look?"
Li Qiao had a guess, but found it unbelievable.
This Round Island Villa District was near the city's central commercial area, where every inch of land was worth a fortune.
