There was nothing.
Buildings that combined Chinese and Western styles were fairly common, but most ended up as awkward mishmashes.
Nan Feng had never seen this blend of Chinese and Gothic styles before, much less in a small place like Qing Town.
Huang Jiutian was away today. At this hour, he was probably working himself to death at the company.
Qin Xiaoxia took out two keys, one new and one old, and opened the building's front door.
What first caught Nan Feng's attention was not the furnishings inside, but the floor of the main hall, which lit up before his eyes as sunlight streamed in from outside.
It depicted a blazing sun.
The design was clearly very sophisticated.
The scattered rays arranged across the surrounding floor and the flames around the sun's disk gave the whole pattern a sense of movement.
Although the house was old, it had been kept spotless, with hardly any dust in sight. Its owner had clearly put care into it.
"Mr. Qin, this is a nice house. Are we working here?"
"Out back. I'll take you there."
Inside the old house was an empty hall laid out like an inner courtyard. Cleverly positioned openings in the side walls and skylights provided excellent natural lighting.
The skylights had no glass, however. They were small openings for ventilation, so the empty hall offered no protection from heavy rain.
Nan Feng followed Qin Xiaoxia and Doudou, who knew their way around, through the old house, which seemed bigger inside than it did outside.
Although they skipped many of the rooms, the house's baffling yet impressive layout made him find it increasingly interesting.
Honestly, walking through the interior gave him the illusion of exploring an exquisite old castle.
"Mr. Qin, didn't you say earlier that I could stay here?"