Leng Qingqiu's home is nestled within a lush manor in LA City, surrounded by gardens meticulously pruned by foreign horticulturists, looking extraordinarily beautiful.
Amidst the greenery and colorful flowers, a six-story building stood quietly at the very center of the manor, exuding a grand presence.
"After five years, seeing your family's manor again, I must say, these buildings and gardens are truly tasteful," Lu Yu remarked while taking in the scenery before him. "Back then, I often came here with my old man."
As he spoke, Lu Yu's gaze swept across the Leng Family Manor, his eyes filled with a calm demeanor.
"Alright, it's not like the house has changed much in these five years. Come inside with me, my mother is waiting for you," Leng Qingqiu said casually, looking at Lu Yu, his words carrying a sense of detachment.
