The moment the car entered the gate of the Wellington Manor, there was a sense of prestige. Louis Wellington was the first one to arrive. Led by the butler, he entered the hall.
The hall was resplendent and luxurious, but as soon as he entered Mr. Wellington's room, he felt as if he had come to an antique China.
The furnishings inside were all arranged according to the Oriental taste. The sandalwood in the middle of the table rose upwards, and the fragrance came to his nose.
Under the gauze curtain, the old mahogany table was matched with a red-brown seat. Mr. Wellington was sitting there and making tea expertly. Seeing Louis come in, he looked relaxed and poured a cup of tea for her. "Sit down."
"Grandpa." Louis Wellington was respectful. The big boss in the eyes of the public was just a sheep under the elders when he came back home.
Mr. Wellington took a sip of tea and smiled, "This tea tastes good. Have a try?"