120 can't hold on anymore

Villa No. 9, indeed, was extraordinary.

That day, when Liu Zhizhong saw Zhang Qixiang in the courtyard of this villa, he didn't find it particularly special, at least not any different from other villas.

But today, as soon as Liu Zhizhong stepped out of the elevator, he felt its uniqueness.

A gleam of golden light, the decor here dazzled with glittering gold and overflowing brilliance.

Not far from the elevator, there was the villa's service desk, where a pretty managerial-looking female supervisor stood up to greet him as soon as the elevator doors opened.

At the same time, on both sides of the elevator, female attendants dressed in imperial Hanfu stood in pairs, greeting him enthusiastically.

Seeing their beautiful bare-shouldered costumes, tiny waists, long skirts, and classical imperial hair tied up, combined with the thin material of the Hanfu that hinted at subtle curves beneath, all were seductive temptations.