Tang Lingwu's family villa seemed to have only three floors and wasn't lavishly decorated—it even felt a bit old-fashioned.
"This is my maternal grandfather's old house..." Tang Lingwu spoke softly: "My dad doesn't live here; he is always in the provincial capital."
"And your mom?"
"The doctors said it's better for her to live in a familiar environment."
Zheng Fa had been puzzled before. Not to mention Tang Lingwu's academic performance, even with the family's wealth, she should not have been attending Qingshui Middle School.
Thinking about it now, she was probably staying here to keep her mother company.
There was someone on the first floor of the villa who looked like a housekeeper cleaning, but they were moving so quietly, not making a sound.
The house was so quiet it made one feel it was uninhabited, with the footsteps of the three echoing emptily in the spacious house.
