Seeing Chen Guoguang's dumbfounded expression, Chen Lin felt no embarrassment at all. If anything, he found it rather funny.
He leisurely pulled two tissues from the table and handed them over with a grin. "Uncle Guoguang, don't get so worked up. Here, wipe that off first."
Chen Guoguang fumbled for the tissues and hastily wiped his mouth and the table, but his wide eyes remained fixed on Chen Lin as though he were staring at an alien.
"T-two thousand square meters?!" His tongue seemed to tie itself in knots. "Xiao Lin, you're not pulling my leg, are you? Do you have any idea how much land that is? More than three mu! That's nearly half a soccer field! What do you need such a huge house for? Planning to hold a sports meet at home?"
Chen Lin chuckled without explaining. Instead, he stood, walked over to Chen Guoguang, pulled out his phone, and opened a video compilation he had carefully saved.
"Uncle Guoguang, take a look at this first."
The video began playing, presenting Chen Guoguang with one exquisite scene after another, accompanied by lilting classical music.
White walls, dark roof tiles, and sweeping, upturned eaves formed an elegant cluster of traditional buildings, artfully nestled within a picturesque landscape garden.
Pavilions and towers were arranged in pleasing harmony, with little bridges and flowing streams winding between them. Covered walkways twisted and turned, revealing a new vista at every step.
That was no mere house. It was a paradise lifted straight from an ancient painting, every frame exuding understated luxury and a profound cultural heritage.
Chen Guoguang sucked in a breath, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. He instinctively leaned toward the screen, his mouth hanging open and his Adam's apple bobbing. His face showed nothing but sheer awe