It was... it was pretty intense, almost like it knocked his soul out.
Rong Zhi slightly turned her head to look at the row of old houses located east of Beijing through the car window.
The red bricks and green tiles were quite historic, and each house had two lanterns in front, emitting a dim, hazy light. Against the night, it added an extra touch of historical charm.
Rong Zhi had learned that these old historical houses were quite similar to the Rong Family's old courtyard, equally valuable. From this perspective, Rong Jin seemed to be living quite well.
But if he was living well, then why was he still wearing clothes with loose threads?
She didn't ask much, as Rong Jin was her third uncle, and it wasn't appropriate for the younger generation to meddle in the elders' affairs. After Rong Jin waved her off from the doorway, she retracted her gaze and drove away.
