The villa district where Pan Ning's parents lived was located in the west of Nanlin District, not far from Qianshan Peninsula.
The villa district was called Chenxi Mansion, which was also one of the more famous wealthy areas in Haicheng.
It was 9.5 kilometers from Jingyutai to Chenxi Mansion.
Su Yang didn't speak much along the way. After all, this was his first official visit, and he was more or less a little nervous inside.
Pan Ning also noticed Su Yang's thoughts. She leaned against the back of the seat and said lightly, "Don't be nervous~"
"I'm not nervous~"
"You usually drive with one hand. Today, both hands are about to crush the steering wheel, and you say you're not nervous."
"Huh? Really?" Su Yang then noticed that he was indeed holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands.
He scratched his head and smiled, "Driving, safety first."
"Stubborn." Pan Ning shook her head and said, "We're just going for a meal, not doing anything else, relax~"
"Mhm, okay."
Su Yang changed the subject and asked, "By the way, tomorrow we're going to the Qinglian Lake Racing Circuit to take a look, and maybe even run a lap on the track. Are you going?"
"What do you think? Of course I'm going if it's racing."
"Alright, then tomorrow you can drive the W1 to test its ultimate performance."
Pan Ning nodded, "Mhm~"
After the two chatted for a while, Pan Ning asked, "Didn't you say you were going to take me to your house for a meal? When are we going? So I can prepare."
Hearing this, Su Yang thought for a moment and said, "In a couple of days. After going to the racing circuit tomorrow, I might have some other things to handle first. Once I'm done, I'll take you home to meet my parents~"
Pan Ning nodded. She didn't ask Su Yang what he was going to do either.
She never asked about things Su Yang didn't bring up himself.
After tomorrow's affairs were over, Su Yang planned to contact Li Muhan. It had been more than twenty days since they met at Yulong Snow Mountain.
The deadline given by the system was thirty days. He had to set aside some time to turn in this task, otherwise, if he couldn't contact Li Muhan and ran out of time, it would be ruined.
Whether he could get the money or not was a small matter. If the task couldn't be completed, Li Muhan's younger sister might die.
The system giving thirty days meant that the little girl could only live for thirty days.
However, there were still a few days left. Su Yang temporarily put it out of his mind to finish the current matters first.
The two chatted, and soon Su Yang drove to the gate of the Chenxi Mansion villa district.
Although this villa district was not as luxurious as the Nanli Manor where Meng Wenzhou's father, Meng Jianyun, lived, it wasn't bad either.
Looking from afar, the terrain around the villa district was very flat and open, with a beautiful environment and tree-lined avenues, like a park.
Outside the gate of the villa district, there was a security booth, and a sturdy security guard in his thirties stood at the door.
Seeing the Bentley Bentayga approaching, he stepped forward and reached out to signal it to slow down.
Pan Ning rolled down the window, poked her head out, and said lightly, "Brother Li, please open the gate."
The man called Brother Li smiled immediately when he saw it was Pan Ning, "Miss Pan, alright, wait a moment."
Brother Li quickly opened the gate of the villa district, and Su Yang nodded and smiled at the man before driving inside.
After entering, Su Yang followed Pan Ning's instructions and soon arrived in front of a very large villa.
This villa was about two thousand square meters. Although it was much smaller than Meng Jianyun's mansion, it was considered very large among villas.
After all, Meng Jianyun's residence could no longer be called a villa, but a manor.
The overall footprint of Chenxi Mansion was also very large, but there were not many villas inside, only twenty in total.
The villa district was very quiet, with various gardens and lawns everywhere.
The distance between each villa here was very far, offering extremely high privacy.
In front of Pan Ning's parents' mansion was a very spacious lawn.
In the center of the lawn, there was a path leading straight to the front door.
Su Yang tilted his head and took a look, "It's here, right?"
"Mhm, let's go in."
"Alright, are your parents both at home?"
"They should be."
"Okay~" Su Yang took a deep breath and drove towards the gate.
After arriving at the door, Pan Ning got out of the car and walked to a facial recognition machine in front of the gate to scan her face.
The gate slowly opened from the middle.
Pan Ning didn't get back into the car; she directed Su Yang to drive into the villa.
After entering the villa, the first thing that caught the eye was a spacious open area decorated with various flowers and plants.
At this time, a middle-aged woman in her forties or fifties quickly walked over from a distance.
"Xiao Pan is back~"
"Ah, Aunt Zhou~" Pan Ning turned her head and greeted the woman called Aunt Zhou.
This person was the nanny of the Pan family. In fact, though called a nanny, she was equivalent to a housekeeper.
She came when Pan Ning was four or five years old, and had been handling various household chores, big and small, for over ten years.
Pan Ning had long regarded her as her own family.
Su Yang drove along a path on the left to an internal parking lot that could hold five or six cars, parked next to Pan Chonghai's Phantom, and got out of the car.
In this small parking lot, there was not only the Phantom but also a black Bentley Mulsanne, a black Maybach S680, and a white Rolls-Royce Spectre.
Su Yang looked at the cars and nodded silently, "Really nice~"
After a quick glance, he prepared to walk towards Pan Ning, but after taking just two steps, he suddenly remembered that he hadn't taken the things out of the car.
He turned back to the rear of the car, opened the trunk, and took out a pile of things one by one.
After chatting with Aunt Zhou for a few words, Pan Ning walked over together to help.
"You must be Little Su, right?" Aunt Zhou looked at Su Yang and smiled.
"Yes, and you are?"
"I'm the auntie of Xiao Pan's family. Just call me Aunt Zhou~"
"Oh, okay, Aunt Zhou. You don't need to do it, I can handle it," Su Yang said, looking at Aunt Zhou who was helping him carry the red wine.
"Why are you being so polite? You two can't carry so many things, I'll help you carry some."
"Alright then, thanks, Aunt Zhou~"
"You're welcome."
The three of them had just picked up the things and hadn't yet reached the front door when a middle-aged woman, dressed luxuriously and stylishly, with a noble temperament, walked quickly out of the house.
Su Yang recognized her at a glance. The person was none other than Pan Ning's mother, Meng Simin.
"Oh my, why didn't you tell me you were coming? I heard a noise outside."
Meng Simin smiled and walked quickly towards the three of them.
Su Yang immediately called out obediently, "Hello, Aunt Meng~"
"Haha, Little Su, you're finally here. Long time no see, you've gotten handsomer again~" Meng Simin smiled happily.
Her eyes glanced at the pile of things in their hands and she added, "Sigh, look at you, coming over is enough, why bring things!"
As she spoke, Meng Simin turned and glared at Pan Ning, "What did I tell you! I told you to tell Little Su not to bring anything. I instructed you several times, did my words go in one ear and out the other?"
"I told him, but he insisted on buying them. What could I do? Could I tie his hands?"
"Hey, you girl!"
"Aunt Meng, don't blame Pan Pan. Since it's my first time here, I definitely had to bring some gifts. It's not much, please don't mind."
"Little Su, what are you saying? I'd be even happier if you didn't bring anything."
"Quickly, quickly, come inside."
"Alright~"
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