As soon as they entered the living area, there was a reception room on the right.
The reception room was not only a reception room, but also a small shop. Usually, people in the neighborhood would come here to buy something or make a phone call.
Li Baojun stopped at the convenience store and brought a pack of cigarettes before going upstairs with the old lady.
Su Chanjuan went over to inquire about the price of the cigarettes he bought and cursed in her heart again. That damned Li Baojun, he lied to her that his family had no money and that he had quit smoking when he was poor. In the end, he was lying to her.
The pack of cigarettes he had just bought was worth half a month's worth of breakfast.
Li Baojun and the old woman went up to the third floor and directly opened the door with the key. As soon as the door closed, Su Chanjuan leaned forward and pressed her ear against the door to listen for any movements inside.
