When they arrived at the place where Feng Cheng used to live, Su Bei knew that this could not be called a residence.
This street was in a very remote place in the capital. It couldn't even be called a street. It was probably more suitable to be called a slum. There was rubbish everywhere, and flies were flying everywhere in the winter. There was no clean spot to step on.
Occasionally, people would appear with stiff expressions and dull eyes.
The houses here could not be called houses. They were just sheds that were casually built and came in all styles.
If she had not come here personally, it would be hard to imagine that such a place existed in a modern city.
Feng Cheng pushed open a door and entered the shed he used to live in.
There was no light source inside. Lu Heting protected Su Bei with one hand and turned on the flashlight on his phone with the other.
