Cai Ming took out his notebook again, checked the address once more, then paid the fare and got out.
"Exhausting." Cai Ming walked into the building with his luggage in hand.
"They've got a perfectly good villa and insist on living here instead. I really don't get what they're thinking."
Cai Ming admitted that from the outside this building did look pretty impressive, and once inside you could clearly tell it'd been regularly maintained, and maintained quite well.
But a building is still a building; no matter how well it's maintained, after all these years you can still see the marks of history.
Even if this place really has some kind of heavy historical feel, come on, it's only been built a few years—how can it compare to their house back in Beijing?
There's simply no comparison, and their own house is so much better. He really didn't understand how this place could be so expensive.
