The vehicle drove through the road with shrubs and tall trees on both sides, followed the opened hollow black iron door, and finally stopped in front of the Western-style villa.
Elementary school ended early, and Max did not participate in clubs or after-school tutoring. The sky was bright at the moment, and only the end of the mountains and rivers showed a little orange light. The twilight was stained, and it was predicted that the entire sky would soon be pulled into an irresistible dusk.
After the two got out of the car, the two maids standing in front of the luxurious wooden door engraved with complicated patterns bowed their heads meekly and raised their hands against the door to open the door for the young master and the guests. Blake Jing was used to being casual, except for the need to maintain his position on the ever-changing battlefield. In addition to the majesty of a general, he was extremely gentle and easy to talk to. He felt uncomfortable being treated with such respect in private, but he couldn't comment on other people's rules. Blake Jing just avoided the direction of their salutes. Thank you quietly but sincerely.
One of the two maids couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, unable to stop the wisps of redness on her ears. She glanced at Blake Jing coquettishly before pushing the door open again.
Max raised his eyes and glanced at Blake Jing without any trace. The young man's expression was indifferent, with a gentle smile, which was no different from usual.
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