Beneath the trees, the car took them into the path in front of the castle. The huge castle stood and was difficult to identify the outline in the darkness where the windows and doors were dark, and from a distance they looked like big mouths, and they wanted to swallow everyone into their stomachs.

This is a typical Tudor style building. The mouths or windows that Sweetie just thought were opened, but in fact it was the decoration of the manor - the black background and white walls. In the darkness, she could not see its outline well.

However, even so, the manor's huge, majestic, and shocking appearance was frozen in her heart. The sweetheart, who had never seen the world, only felt like a little ant in such a building. She began to doubt how long it would take to walk from one room to another. It seemed that if she just walked around every day, she would have achieved high-intensity exercise.

The car stopped at the right time, Yuchi Rong got out of the car with the sleeping Lisa on his back. Situ Qinglang got out of the car and helped Tangxin open the door. Tangxin quickly walked up and said, "Tianxin, we are here, welcome you home."

Can this place really be described as a home? Sweetheart looked at it in confusion, feeling that this kind of place was not as warm as she came from a small house in Beiting City for dozens of square meters.

At this moment, even though she knew she was coming, most of the rooms in the house were dark, as if she was rejecting her from thousands of miles away. This way, the sweetheart, who was already invisible, felt even more uneasy.

She is not a fool. Seeing everyone's attitude, she already understood her status and the various problems she might encounter. However, she did not want to show or say it out loud, and she did not want Qinglang to worry about it.

She just wanted to end sooner and return to her and Qinglang's little home sooner. Her family recognized each other. The joy of seeing her parents was completely extinguished by this scene similar to being turned away. At this moment, sweetheart thought to herself that she was not from this world.

As if seeing through the inner inferiority of Sweetheart, Yuchi Rong explained softly: "Sweetheart, you don't have to think too much. The British are different from us, especially these nobles. They have originally had a despicable idea and follow their schedules. At this moment, many of them have fallen asleep. It's not that they don't care about you, but that's their habit."

"Um..." Sweetheart nodded in ambiguously, feeling somewhat grateful to Yuchi Rong, because at least, her inexplicably extra brother cared about her, and even considered her unhappy mood.

"It's understandable." Situ Qinglang said in a deep voice, "Then it depends on tomorrow's performance. Today is too late. Please take us to our room. Sweetheart and I plan to take a shower and go to bed."

"Follow me." Yuchi Rong waved his hand, and he walked forward. The guard at the door bent respectfully and greeted him in London-like English.

Yuchi Rong replied, and the guard opened the door. Sweetheart stood in front of the door that was four or five people tall, tilting his head and looking at the patterns on the door carefully.

"Let's go." Situ Qinglang dragged two suitcases. After the door opened, a servant came up to help him get things. Situ Qinglang then let go of his hand, and the man immediately took the things to their room with brisk steps.

The carpet under her feet was also unable to see the color clearly, but the touch was very good, not so soft that it could not be used to force, nor was it so hard that it made people feel uncomfortable. Tang Xin and Situ Qinglang followed Yuchi Rong, walking in the long and wide hallway, and then to the second floor. It took them no idea how long they walked before they stopped at the end of the corridor.
Chapter completed!