With just two steps, the people working inside were lured out.

"What are you doing? What are you doing? We just painted the wall five or six times, and because of you, we have to destroy it and paint it again!" The contractor rushed out angrily.

Zhang Xingzu hurriedly said with a smile: "Brother, don't misunderstand, this is our house."

After doing something bad, Fang Zongtang was in a very good mood. He smiled and said to the contractor: "You guys continue to work, you don't need to paint the wall, just leave the shoe prints!"

When the contractor heard that it was someone from this family, he immediately smiled.

"I'm so sorry, it was Mr. Song who came here before, I haven't seen you, so I don't know."

She immediately grasped the word.

What do you mean by "before"? Song Yike had been with her for the past few days, and they had only been apart for one day yesterday.

"How many times has Song Yi come here?" she asked directly.

The contractor said quickly, "About four or five times. Previously, Mr. Song came at night, but he came during the day yesterday."

She immediately thought of the dark circles under Song Yi's eyes.

Why can't you sleep? It turns out you came here in the middle of the night.

"Do you work at night?"

The contractor quickly said, "It's not open. Mr. Song said he's very busy and only has time to come over in the evening."

Very busy?

Liing again!

She walked inside. The window frame was still the original one, but the glass had been removed and replaced with a new one.

There were four workers inside, scraping away the wall bit by bit.

The contractor quickly explained the reason: "The moldy wall needs to be scraped off, otherwise it will affect the painting effect. Even if it is painted, it will fall off after a while."

The places that she had previously instructed not to move were not moved.

She walked over to where the big cat painting was hung, pointed to the pencil-drawn lines and asked, "You even went out of your way to wire it up with a wire?"

The contractor quickly said, "It's not us, it's Mr. Song. All the places where the lines are drawn are drawn by Mr. Song."

She stopped talking after hearing this.

Then I went to several other rooms and saw a lot of places with drawn lines.

The contractor kept saying, "Mr. Song is a very careful person. One time, when we came to work in the morning, Mr. Song was still drawing lines. He had been drawing all night."

Chen Zhen interrupted: "How long will it take to complete the renovation?"

The contractor frowned and said, "According to the level of detail Mr. Song has instructed, it will take at least half a year, and then it will have to be left to dry for another half a year. It will take at least a year before we can move in."

Chen Zhen frowned: "So long?"

The contractor looked at Chen Zhen's reaction and changed his words: "Actually, the house is not that big. If we are not so careful, we can finish it in two days."

Fang Zongtang was about to say that he didn't need to be so careful, when he heard Zhang Xingzu say, "This is where my great grandfather lived. We must not be careless!"

She glanced at Zhang Xingzu and didn't say anything, which was considered as her agreement.

Chen Zhen pursed his lips and looked at Zhang Xingzu gloomily before saying, "Sister Zong, when I came here, I saw a stall selling shengjian on the street. Shall we go and eat some shengjian?"

I wasn't hungry before, but now I am hungry.

The shop owners have changed, and they are all strangers she doesn't recognize.

"Brother Zongtang, the sheng jian here has moved to Yau Ma Tei. I saw it once when I went there for business. If you want to eat it, I will take you there next time." Zhang Xingzu said excitedly.

She said nonchalantly, "The taste must have changed after changing the place. The Shengjian here tastes pretty good too."

Zhang Xingzu began to ask about Luo Song.

"Brother Zongtang, are we still going to look for Luo Song?"