"Finally back home," Zhao Guang looked at his transformed villa with a sense of emotion.
Although the trip wasn't long, the experiences were indeed quite numerous. Now returning, he barely recognized his own home. Wait a minute, why had his house changed again?
"You're finally back. Go explain things to those elders; I can't hold them off any longer."
Seeing Zhao Guang, Ye Zhi also breathed a sigh of relief; this guy really had a habit of running all over the place.
"Hold on, hold on, this place—it didn't use to look like this." Zhao Guang pointed at his villa. If it weren't for Ye Zhi being there, he might have thought he was on the wrong street.
His memory was supposed to be good, yet why had his home changed like this?
A glance would give off a splendid and radiant vibe. But it wasn't the sort that screamed nouveau riche, but rather a kind of intrinsic quality.