The client lived on the top floor.
A duplex on the top floor.
It was indeed a luxury mansion, but now whenever Feng Yi thought of a house, all he could think of was laboratories and swimming pools.
Thus, seeing all this, if not entirely unmoved, he was hardly stirred.
The client, surnamed Zou, seemed to be in his early 40s. Feng Yi wasn't sure if it was due to illness or injury, but the man was somewhat thin, though he appeared spirited enough.
He had had an accident not long ago and had been hospitalized. Now discharged, he was using a wheelchair at home, a smart one at that.
After exchanging pleasantries upon meeting, Feng Yi entered the house and changed into the slippers handed to him.
Feng Yi was out to earn his living today and, due to the nature of his work, he wasn't dressed very businesslike. He wore casual clothes, carried a backpack, and looked more like a college student.
