At 7:30 in the evening, a group of people returned to the manor at the foot of Paibo Mountain.
Shen Qingye strode down from the Lincoln car and surveyed the stately European-style manor from the cobblestone path at the entrance, clicking his tongue in wonder.
Such a large estate at the foot of the mountain, regardless of the cost of construction, clearly showed Shang Shaoyan's position in Parma was no ordinary matter.
Next door, that was the Tribal Chief's Mansion.
If they didn't trust him enough, the Chief of Parma might not have allowed him to live here.
A few minutes later, Shang Yu and Li Qiao got out of the car. The man headed towards the porch of the entrance hall, and as he passed by Shen Qingye, he nodded and then walked past.
Shen Qingye watched his retreating figure and let out a faint laugh.
He was quite measured, knowing to give him and Li Qiao some space.
Thinking this, Shen Qingye felt Shang Shaoyan wasn't so hateful after all.