Three people headed toward the main gate.
The wealthy have their reasons for affluence.
Just by looking at the estate's gate, one could tell it was valuable; surprisingly, the intelligent lock was still intact.
As Wen Qingyu approached, the iris recognition detected him, and immediately a mechanical voice came, "Welcome back, young master."
Su Zhiruan: "...almost missed it."
Wen Qingyu hadn't expected this at all, that the gate could actually open.
The three entered.
The moment the door was opened, a musty, rotting smell rushed into their nostrils.
Su Zhiruan was the first to cover Ruanruan's nose and mouth, retreating with him, "It's moldy."
So much time had passed. The air was all moist, and the sun hadn't even made an appearance, so it was only natural for things to get moldy.
It took a while after opening the door before they could barely enter.
Su Zhiruan, concerned about Ruanruan, didn't go inside but took him on a tour outside instead.
