The next day, after breakfast at the hotel, Zhang Xiaofan headed for the address mentioned in the letter.
An area with self-built houses waiting for renovation.
The houses had a long history, and most were uninhabited and dilapidated.
"Thump thump!"
Zhang Xiaofan knocked on an old door that would shatter with a gentle kick.
After knocking several times and seeing no one open the door, he figured that no one must be living inside.
Given how dilapidated the place was, everyone had probably moved out long ago.
Just as Zhang Xiaofan was about to leave, creak.
The door opened.
A man with a face full of stubble appeared before Zhang Xiaofan, looking somewhat haggard as if he had been through a lot of hardships.
"Who are you?"
"Hello, I'm looking for Xu Zhiyou," Zhang Xiaofan quickly replied.
"I asked who you are?"
The stubbled man's attitude didn't seem very friendly.
