Sun Yan originally wanted to ask how much more to add, but after thinking it over, he still didn't ask.
He quickened his pace to keep up, descending the spiral staircase with Shen Cheng—
The inner hall was astonishingly large, easily hundreds of square meters.
The decor and furnishings inside were meticulously arranged.
The murals on the wall were the final masterpieces of world-class painters, worth eight figures.
The floor was covered with transparent glass bricks, under which diamonds gleamed at intervals.
Above the inner hall hung a huge crystal chandelier, its lights on, emanating a dazzling glow.
Shi Yu sat on the sofa, elegantly resting his legs on the expensive coffee table, holding a cigar between his index and middle finger, letting it burn out without taking a single puff.
He was like an emperor high above, with an unstoppable aura in every action.
However, Cai Quan sitting opposite him seemed like a insignificant ant, so lowly as if he did not exist.
