Soon, the old man finished packing up his stall. He loaded all his belongings into a wooden cart and pushed it away from the street, heading to a remote place in the city.
Jiang Ming followed the old man slowly. They exchanged names. The old man's name was Lu Qingfeng. His only family was his young granddaughter, and they depended on each other. His granddaughter was working in a shop in the city.
Jiang Ming introduced himself as Yan Chixia.
Soon, the two of them arrived at a remote alley and came to an unremarkable courtyard made of blue bricks.
"It's a little shabby. I hope you don't mind!" Lu Qingfeng walked into the courtyard first, his face slightly red.
Obviously. Lu Qingfeng was a little embarrassed to bring a young man from another city to stay in his humble home. If he did not urgently need money, he would not have offered.
"As long as it's quiet, I'm happy with it!" Jiang Ming looked around and was quite satisfied.
