"Beauty, open the door." Qingfeng Li shouted at the villa.
He shouted a dozen times, but no response came from inside. As for the door, naturally, it was closed. There were no signs of it opening.
How old was this beauty? She's just like my cold wife. Qingfeng Li was speechless.
He shouted until his throat felt hoarse. But the white dress girl inside didn’t respond at all, which made him a bit depressed.
Qingfeng Li stretched out his foot, ready to kick the door open. He had been irritated by this white dress girl and was ready to break in.
"Huh, what are you doing here?" Suddenly, a startled voice came.
An old man in a Tang outfit was standing right behind Qingfeng Li and looked at him in astonishment.
This old man had gray hair and a slight hunchback. But his face was ruddy and well-maintained. He was none other than the president of the Antique Association.