The midday sun shone directly down, making the stone road of the old street in Wanghu Town somewhat scorching.
At this time, it was when the street was most crowded, with the restaurants bustling with life, filled with noise and the smells of cooking.
A black Land Rover SUV slowly drove into the alley and stopped in front of the antique-styled courtyard with blue tiles and white walls.
Fang Cheng just turned off the engine, and his eyes casually swept over a black car parked beside him.
The car windows were deeply tinted, making it impossible to see inside.
But the driver leaning against the car door, smoking, had a straight posture, cropped haircut, and eyes filled with a professional vigilance.
Fang Cheng glanced once and recognized him.
It was the driver, Xiao Zhang, who held an umbrella for Shi Chengyi at West Mountain Cemetery last time.
His heart stirred slightly, but he didn't look any further.
