Sehun surveyed the passing terrain in the sleek limousine with wide eyes. The automobile wound through the paved roads in the perpetual woodland and the boy gaped. "How much longer until we get there?" he inquired again.

Wu Fan glimpsed at the window prior to retreating to his papers. "A few more minutes, Sir. Once we're over the hill and we go across another bend, we'll arrive."

Another dawdling drop and a seemingly prolonged bend and Sehun choked. "W-wow!"

The extravagant Victorian-style mansion stood remarkably.

"Welcome home, Sir," Wu Fan announced.

"I… How many people live here?"

"Including yourself, eight."