The main house was a four-story European castle-style building, the ground lamp by the fountain lighting up the entire villa area as bright as daylight.
Their car stopped between two rows of neatly lined up, respectfully waiting servants.
The bodyguard opened the door for them, and as soon as they stepped out of the car, everyone bowed in unison, greeting Gong Shaofan.
"Young Master!"
The housekeeper stepped forward, placed one hand on his chest, and bowed slightly to Gong Shaofan, his manners impeccable.
He respectfully said, "Sir and Madam have not retired yet, Young Master can bring the guests to the drawing room to wait."
"I got it."
With a casual wave of his hand, Gong Shaofan signaled the housekeeper to leave.
"Yes, Young Master."
The housekeeper bowed again, then stepped aside to let them pass.
Following behind Gong Shaofan, Yuanya could feel her heartbeat accelerating.
The nervousness that had gradually faded on the plane seemed to have returned with a vengeance.
