Isn't She Too Young?

Qiao Nian returned to Rhine to retrieve the black box from the plane crash and went to Bo Zheng's house.

"Come in."

Bo Zheng had a private house with a quiet environment in Beijing. The simple and unadorned house was located on the side of Chang'an Street. There were basically courtyard houses of all sizes around. They were made of green bricks and tiles and had the aura of time.

Homes in this area couldn't be considered expensive, but ordinary people definitely couldn't live in them.

On the other hand, Qiao Nian's expression was calm. She had her hands in her pockets and her eyebrows didn't even twitch. Her eyelashes were slightly lowered, as if she wasn't surprised by Bo Zheng's residence. She followed him in calmly.

Her calm and composed attitude attracted the attention of the butler instead. He glanced at Qiao Nian in surprise, then looked away obediently and followed the two of them.