The convoy stopped not far from Chen Mu. A group of cold-looking men in black suits and sunglasses poured out of the Mercedes, followed by a man in his mid-twenties with an incredibly strong aura who stepped out of the Rolls Royce.,She looked about sixteen or seventeen years old, delicately sculpted like a porcelain doll. Like Ji Wan Yun, she had long, glossy black hair, appearing ethereal and otherworldly.,At this moment, she is watering the potted plants. Her movements are light and graceful, with a smile on her face. There's a touch of admiration in her eyes, mingled with deep concern. The quiet combination of actions and expressions gives one a sense of tranquility, nature, and a profound feeling of goodness.。