Seeing that Cai Qiong was driving the car farther and farther off the beaten path, Wang Jian couldn't help but ask, "Your family doesn't live in one of those large villas in the mountains, do they?"
"Not at all," Cai Qiong laughed lightly. "There are only three of us in our family. Why would we need such a big house?"
The Cai Family had always been very low-profile; this was Wang Jian's impression of them, so he actually believed what Cai Qiong said. But when their car stopped in front of a manor gate, Wang Jian realized he was still too naïve.
Yes, the house itself wasn't large, but the garden was ridiculously huge, occupying nearly the entire mountainside. What the wealthy consider "not large" is completely different from what we proletarians think.
"What's wrong?" Cai Qiong got out of the car and walked a few steps, then turned to see Wang Jian still sitting inside. "Get out, we're here."
"I was just lost in thought for a moment."
