My surname’s Ye, and I Am Illiterate

Rong Yan's little mansion, London

It was already evening. The hue of the evening sun was especially good-looking as it littered the area around the mansion in a shade of gold. The tall trees, green grass, and beautiful flowers made the scenery especially beautiful. Under the evening sun, it seemed like a static picture that carried a serenity and elegance.

Ye Wei took off her glasses and exclaimed. "It's so beautiful! Rong Yan, what kind of hotel are you staying in?"

Rong Yan gently smiled and said, "Did you all believe me when I said I was staying in a hotel? Even after leaving Chu Li, I am not so despondent to the point I am utterly homeless and have to resort to staying in a hotel. Come on in."