The simplicity of the building held surprises, the Baroque decor was unique, and the nostalgic atmosphere inexplicably settled one's mood.
The old lady pulled her to sit on the living room sofa, with a bookshelf laden with hefty original books beside her, every corner here exuding a classic charm.
She even noticed that there was no telephone or television in the living room, marking this as a place isolated from the world.
While she was lost in thought, Gong Ting had already come down from upstairs, behaving casually as if he were at home. He sat down beside her and heard her whisper, "Why didn't you tell me you were taking me to your grandmother's house?"
Gong Ting's gaze was somewhat cool, his thin lips subtly curved with a hint of mockery, "Don't worry, this place is isolated from the world. My grandmother won't know what's happening in London."
