Rongrong's home was not far from Han Yanchun's beauty salon, just a few minutes by tram, a distance of about two kilometers.
It was located near the center of Yangqing City in an old neighborhood where security was usually lax, so Wang Xiaoshuai easily walked in.
After checking the house number, he arrived at the entrance to Rongrong's apartment building.
Rongrong's husband had passed away years earlier, and she had a daughter attending a boarding school, leaving Rongrong alone at home on weekdays, which made Wang Xiaoshuai's task all the more convenient.
It wasn't even dark yet, and the home was generally empty. For a martial arts expert like Wang Xiaoshuai, sneaking into an ordinary person's home, especially in such an old-style neighborhood, was as easy as entering his own backyard.
Once inside, Wang Xiaoshuai looked around; the apartment was a cramped eighty square meters, divided into three rooms, with very simple furnishings.
