When Gu Ningyue arrived at No. 23 Xinsheng Street, she found Ma Qiang's home with little effort.
Looking at the dilapidated shack which could collapse at any moment, and the elderly man sitting in front sorting empty bottles from a sack, Gu Ningyue frowned deeply.
Ma Qiang took three million, and yet he still lets his mother live like this? Is this what makes a person?
Walking softly forward, Gu Ningyue tried to soften her tone as she looked at the old man and said, "Hello, is this Ma Qiang's home?"
The old man stood up slowly, and the moment he turned around, Gu Ningyue noticed that he suffered from severe cataracts, appearing particularly frightening even under the glaring sun.
"Who are you?"
Perhaps because Gu Ningyue's voice sounded harmless, or maybe because the old man believed there was nothing valuable in this house, he showed no hostility toward Gu Ningyue's arrival.
