The taxi twisted and turned through the city for over an hour before finally stopping in a residential complex courtyard.
Wang Yu paid the fare, pushed open the door, and stepped out. Following the address Chen Cheng had given him from memory, he went up to the fifth floor of a building and knocked on the door for a long time, but unfortunately, there was no answer.
Frowning in thought, Wang Yu suddenly smacked his forehead, silently scolding himself for being as dumb as a pig. Chen Cheng was a taxi driver, so he should be out working and earning money at this time. How could he possibly be at home?
