Mo Yancheng drove the car onto the highway and quickly headed toward a small road.
Shen chengjing was in a deep sleep. He did not wake her up. After he stopped the car, he carried her out of the car and walked into the house.
There was dust everywhere inside. He spread his coat on the bed and placed her on it. Then, he rolled up his sleeves and began to clean up, wiping the inside and outside.
"Uncle," She heard the noise and reached out to carry him.
Suddenly, she remembered that she was in the car. She opened her eyes and realized that she was not in the car.
Looking at the familiar yet strange place, Shen chengjing was a little confused. Where was she? She sat up and looked at the furnishings of the house under the dim light.
"My old home?" She said in a low voice, feeling like she was dreaming.
She got up, put on her shoes, and walked out. She saw that the man was busy in the hall. The room was full of dust, but it had been cleaned up.