Fu Chi strode ahead, taking a thoughtful glance inside.
"It's me."
The uncle immediately opened the door.
He smiled, rubbing his hands together, and said, "Just follow this path, the headmaster is waiting for you in the office straight ahead."
Fu Chi gave a slight nod.
"Thank you."
With that, he lifted his umbrella and headed in the indicated direction.
Bo Wen and Qian Yu naturally followed him.
At this time of day, with the rain falling, the residents of the disability home were all inside.
"This disability home has been opened for about twenty years now, and this building has not been renovated. Isn't it part of a charity organization? They should have the money for renovations."
Bo Wen stroked his chin, puzzled.
Qian Yu remained silent.
Following behind Fu Chi.
Fu Chi glanced around briefly; indeed, the conditions were not particularly good.
And this place.
His father had once spent some time here and had lived here for almost a month.
