"Oh, put this on too, just in case." Ji Yun took out two dust masks from his pocket and handed one to Shen Cangcang.
Looking at the black mask, Shen Cangcang couldn't help but feel a bit curious, "Do you always carry this thing with you?"
"I have weak lungs; I cough a lot," Ji Yun explained.
Having said that, Ji Yun had already started walking towards Deng Sheng's old mansion.
The mansion had a small fenced courtyard, overgrown with vines that seemed uncared for quite some time.
The yard was quite cluttered with things like cardboard boxes, foam, and planks. It was clear that Deng Sheng often shopped online for a variety of odd things.
The old house was actually quite nice and could even be turned into a quaint coffee shop if tidied up, but it was maintained like an abandoned house that truly felt haunting in the dead of night.
"This Deng Sheng, always looking sharp, yet he lives in a place no better than a dog kennel," Ji Yun grumbled as he walked.
