This place is a warehouse of a small logistics company in Dachang City.
However, it was bought by Zhao Kaiming a while ago, and he turned it into a private space.
And he lived here.
Today, as usual, Zhao Kaiming arrived here on time.
After making sure no one had visited by doing a round outside, he finally felt relieved to unlock the large door of the warehouse with his key.
The warehouse, without piles of goods, was spacious and quiet.
Zhao Kaiming turned on the light, closed the warehouse door, and walked straight in.
His clear footsteps echoed in the empty warehouse, and he, leaning on a cane and limping, had a somewhat gloomy expression on his face.
"I'm back," Zhao Kaiming said, as if informing his family of his arrival.
"Today I ate out, so I won't be eating at home. You haven't eaten yet, have you? I'll make you some food now."
He talked to himself alone; no one in the empty warehouse answered him, but it all seemed so natural.
