The car arrived at a slightly remote alley in the city, where most of the residents were migrant workers.
Because the alley was too narrow for the car to drive in, Mu Xiaocheng and Ji Huaishen got out of the car.
Shang Qi followed the two inside.
Many people live in this alley.
The building isn't very tall, and it looks quite old; it's an old building from a long time ago.
The roads were not very clean either, with mud and garbage everywhere.
Mu Xiaocheng wasn't a spoiled person, so she could tolerate this level of behavior.
But I wonder whose dog is barking so fiercely.
Sensing the intrusion of outsiders, it kept barking incessantly.
For a fleeting moment, Mu Xiaocheng worried that the dog might suddenly rush out and bite her.
It's kind of scary to think about.
Ji Huaishen walked beside her with a calm expression, then suddenly stopped and reached out his hand: "Hold my hand."
He's giving her a choice.
Whether she holds his hand or not doesn't really matter to him; he won't be angry now that she's sick.
He just noticed that she seemed a little scared.
Mu Xiaocheng bit her lower lip, staring at his large, beautifully shaped hand with distinct knuckles.
The sound of that dog barking still lingered in my ears, annoyingly persistent.
Every now and then, from some building, the sound of a woman cursing could be heard.
Mu Xiaocheng slowly reached out and grasped his fingertips.
Ji Huaishen's eyes flickered. Feeling her warmth, he pulled his large hand in and completely enveloped her small hand.
She was not given any chance to escape.
Mu Xiaocheng actually has a lot of psychological barriers.
She was too afraid.
In truth, she didn't dare to get so close to him; a voice inside her was constantly resisting.
But another voice kept telling her, "Hold his hand, he really loves you."
She was flustered and at a loss.
She knew that this time, she was really quite ill.
However, as he led her by the hand, she felt that as long as he was there, she would recover quickly.
As long as he's there.
The three arrived at an old building. Shang Qi went upstairs first and knocked on Zhuang Sao's door.
There are people at home.
It was a man wearing a black coat. He looked sleepy, and his hair was messy, so he was probably still sleeping.
The man was tall and thin, with dark skin and a pale complexion, and very dark circles under his eyes.
This man was Sister Zhuang's husband, Zheng Rongbing.
He rubbed his eyes, looked Shang Qi up and down, and said, "Assistant Shang, what's wrong...?"
Zheng Rongbing recognized Shang Qi.
After all, he also worked at Langmingyuan. Although he didn't see him often, he still knew people like Shang Qi.
Shang Qi remained expressionless, his voice rigid and cold.
"Sir, you've arrived. May we come in?"
"gentlemen?"
Zheng Rongbing looked towards the stairwell in surprise and saw Mr. Ji leading his wife upstairs.
He was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
What's going on here?
Why are you and your wife here?
"Of course, sir and madam, please come in."
He opened the door wide, stepped aside, and made way for them.
Ji Huaishen led Mu Xiaocheng into the house, one after the other.
As soon as Mu Xiaocheng entered the room, she began to look around.
Aunt Zhuang's house is not big.
It's a one-bedroom apartment, and the sofa in the living room looks quite old.
In front of the sofa was a coffee table with two bottles of medicine on it, along with some other miscellaneous items.
The small house was old, but it wasn't messy at all.
It doesn't look like a place of domestic violence.
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