Upon entering the courtyard, Yan Junze realized he had misjudged the situation.
The detached residence, which appeared somewhat old from the outside, was a different story inside. A large variety of flowers were planted along the walls enclosing the courtyard, which were covered with lush green moss, creating a dazzling display.
Yan Junze turned his head to look around; in addition to the clusters of flowers, there was an abundance of green vines, each branch pruned just right, neither too dense nor too sparse. It contrasted starkly with the bustling traffic and surging crowds outside, like a haven in a chaotic world.
On either side of the room's entrance near the courtyard, there were two large bonsai trees planted with verdant pine trees, twisting and full of vigor.
Seeing this scene, Yan Junze surmised that Professor Di Zhiwen's words could be unreliable at times. His friend, whom he called Jian Yifan, was definitely not some minor official in Tianmeng City.