Zhu Qianying had a vague understanding of his intentions, but chose not to delve too deeply into them; after all, if he had something to say, she was happy to let him say it.
Whether she should listen, and whether she should remember what she hears, was her business, wasn't it?
About twenty minutes later, the car suddenly turned into an ancient street from a bustling city. They arrived at the Luiyin Road that Zhu Qianying was talking about.
"Brother Chen, stop at the fifth unit after you turn into the fourth alleyway, the one with the date-red wooden door!" she instructed.
The car quickly stopped in front of the door she had specified. Zhu Qianying, with the snacks she had bought halfway through the drive, got out of the car.
Following suit, Yan got out as well, walking shoulder to shoulder with her to the date-red wooden door as she rang the doorbell.
After a while, an elderly voice sounded from inside, "Who is it?"
"Uncle Dong, it's me, Ying Zi!"
