Zhao Ke stared at the door, feeling his heart pounding uncontrollably.
He swallowed, his voice trembling, "Kairui, is this really the place?"
This place is way too upscale, he thought.
He was even afraid of treading on these people's ground and dirtying it.
When Tang Kairui passed by this wealthy neighborhood, he saw someone pressing the doorbell. Mimicking the action, he pressed the doorbell and without turning his head, said as his eyes surveyed the architecture, "Fifty, fifty chances, if they haven't moved."
Soon, someone came out.
It was someone dressed like a butler.
"And you are?" the person asked amicably.
There was no hint of looking down on them.
Tang Kairui, though nervous inside, managed to restrain himself and put on a stable demeanor.
"I'm Tang Kairui, and this is my friend Zhao Ke. I'm here to find relatives. May I ask... does the master of this house bear the last name Tang?"
To find relatives?!
