The young man standing at the door heard this and suddenly realized: "Oh, so you are friends of that old gentleman. Please, this way."
This doctor had quite a friendly attitude.
Ou Mucen saw this, nodded slightly, and together with Ying Hao, followed him inside.
Once inside the villa, indeed, its decor could easily be compared to where he used to live. Previously, because of his severe obsessive cleanliness, he had a compulsive requirement for the room's decor and arrangement, insisting on the colors he liked.
But now this private doctor's standards were even stricter. Upon entering, the entire villa consisted of only black and white, with no other colors.
Ying Hao looked around, and the strong visual difference made him slightly uncomfortable: "Third Young Master, it seems he's even more severe than you. I'm feeling a bit uneasy."
Ou Mucen's face immediately turned somber, and he gave him a fierce glare before continuing to walk inside.
