When the car stopped at the entrance of a coffee shop, Qin Yuji felt a bit puzzled. However, upon seeing the narrow path next to the shop that could barely accommodate a few pedestrians and was impassable for cars, she began to understand.
Walking arm in arm with Chi Jingxuan along the long and quiet alleyway, there was a sense of being in the alleys of old Shanghai. Qin Yuji looked up at the red brick and green tile houses around them and remarked with a hint of lamentation, "Such houses probably won't last much longer before they're demolished and replaced by skyscrapers, right?"
Following Qin Yuji's gaze, Chi Jingxuan also showed a hint of regret in his eyes.
At the end of the alley stood a quaint little villa. After ringing the doorbell, they were greeted by a sinister-looking middle-aged man.
However, when facing Chi Jingxuan, the man appeared very deferential.
