Seeing Ren Anran Again

Zhang Xuezhou's interactions with Ren Yisheng and the others had always taken place on the Canglan Academy campus.

This was his first visit to the Ren Household.

Given the Ren Household's standing in Western Capital City, its residence was not particularly extravagant. It was just a detached villa on the edge of the Academy District.

But the helipad on the roof showed how the Ren Household differed from ordinary wealthy families.

Not many people could have a helipad and an aircraft in Western Capital City, let alone permission to fly overhead.

Yet compared with other major lineages, the Ren Household seemed out of place.

Zhang Xuezhou followed him through the gate and found the villa desolate and deserted. The weeds growing thickly all around also showed that its owner had no mind to tend them.

When Ren Wuyang pulled open the villa door, a glass coffin, transparent from end to end, immediately came into Zhang Xuezhou's view.

A coffin set up in the middle of the main hall was rather alarming, no matter how exquisite and high-class it was.

Looking at the large character for "mourning" on the glass coffin, Ren Wuyang gave Zhang Xuezhou a strained smile.

"I really like this gift, but I don't want to lie down in it just yet," Ren Wuyang said.

"Dear brother, this gift cost me the savings I've put away over the past few years. If you like it, I wouldn't mind taking ten times the price to buy it back!"

As Zhang Xuezhou and Ren Wuyang entered the villa, Ren Wuyang spoke again, and a voice answered from the staircase leading to the second floor.

A few seconds later, Ren Anran appeared, taking small, languid steps, then sat on the stair railing and slid down.

"Why is there someone else here?"