"Looking at the estate before him, Tang Feng's understanding was refreshed once again.
Everyone says West Mountain has a great environment.
People often come here to hike and enjoy the scenery when they're free.
But who could have imagined that these real rich folks would actually build estates right on West Mountain?
The entire estate spans several acres.
Pavilions, towers, artificial hills, fountains—it dazzles the eyes.
In the center, a retro three-story building stands there imposingly.
'Madam...'
A middle-aged man, looking like a butler, came forward with two young women.
'Go prepare dinner, I feel like eating Western food today, and remember to bring out that bottle of Romanée-Conti I've been saving,' said Zheng Yuqi as she got out of the car, her tone icy.
The butler was shaken by Zheng Yuqi's words.
He curiously looked at Tang Feng, who stood beside Zheng Yuqi.
'Certainly, madam. I'll go prepare it right away.'
After speaking, the butler turned and left.