He stared at Morgan Benson, not expecting it to be him, paused for a moment in silence, then quickly opened the security door.
"Young master, how did you find this place? Please come in, quickly come in!"
Morgan Benson lightly curled his lips and stepped into the apartment, standing in the center of the living room as he surveyed the room's furnishings.
Unlike the old feeling outside the apartment, the interior was quite new, and it looked like it had been recently renovated. The light golden color scheme was warm and lively, a stark contrast to the outside.
"Please have a seat, young master." The middle-aged man invited him, and brought over a cup of water.
Watching Morgan Benson sit down, the man stared at him with a complex expression, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes.
