Several voices drifted from inside the villa.
Seeing the well-trained, disciplined security guards from the Biotechnology Company, Guo Yun and his companions in the villa's first-floor hall looked on with envy, whispering among themselves.
Following their gaze, one could see the hall's brightly polished floor tiles and vast, open space. An exquisite crystal chandelier hung overhead, casting a soft, gentle light.
A brown leather sofa sat in the center of the hall, with a velvet rug spread beneath it and a marble coffee table. The walls on either side were adorned with priceless oil paintings.
"How dare nobodies like Guo Yun disturb Senior Ruan Hui?"
Four or five young men and women were sitting and standing around the sofa in the hall.
