Xieyi Residence was a villa with a single courtyard. The area was very large, and the garden was man-made. The trees were verdant, and the birds sang and the flowers smelled fragrant. There was a sense of solitude in the quiet.
"Wow…Dad, this... Where is this?"
After getting out of the car, Kuang Yin looked at this gorgeous garden-style villa. His eyes widened and he cried out in surprise.
Peng Boran and his son stood side by side, looking at the European-style main house in front of them. He lowered his head and touched his son's little face.
"Our home!"
"Wow, really? Dad, your house is so big!"
Kuang Yin exclaimed, his voice carrying a child's usual excitement that could not be concealed.
Peng Bairan's lips curled up, his emotions were infected by his son.
"Do you like it?"
"I like it, I like it very much!"
Kuang Yin's answer was very straightforward. His pair of big eyes lit up in a daze.
