Hou Zhihui was extremely surprised; this group of people really didn't look like wealthy people at all.

"The master is truly unpretentious," Hou Zhihui quickly complimented.

Gu Xu went to the car. His aura was completely out of place with the roadside cold drink shops, and he was clearly not interested in them.

The cold drink shop didn't have a dine-in area, but the owner saw that the group of young people were all good-looking, so she invited them inside to sit and eat while enjoying the air conditioning.

Half an hour later, Mingzhuo checked the time and said, "We can go up again now."

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Hou Linhao's home.

The old lady returned from the balcony after making a phone call, complaining that the old man didn't help her speak up, and went to the kitchen to cook.

The old man felt a bit hot and wanted to turn on the air conditioner, but the old woman wouldn't allow it.

He said his son's business hadn't been doing well lately, and that woman was just wasting money, so he told him to save on electricity and to wash his face with cold water if he felt hot.

The old man didn't dare to say much and went to the restroom.

He didn't turn on the light, but instead brought his face close to the water as he ran the tap, enjoying its coolness.

The mirror in the corridor reflected his movements, and on the other side was a dark storage room, as dusk gradually fell.

Just then, the old man felt a sudden, powerful force shove his head hard into the sink.

Water poured into my mouth from all directions, and the feeling was like falling into the deep sea, suffocating, oppressive, and with nowhere to escape.

The old man struggled desperately, splashing water onto the bathroom floor, but the sound of the kitchen exhaust fan completely drowned out his noise.

The old lady couldn't hear anything.