Relying on his memory, Xiao Lin came alone to this slum area. Walking down the not-so-spacious street, Xiao Lin pondered a question. It seemed he had forgotten this person for a long time, but now suddenly, the memory jumped into his mind, feeling strange. Who was the person that guided him to the central garden that night? Their familiarity with the Xiao Family amazed him, yet he still couldn't discern if that person was a friend or foe.
The door was ajar, in the bright afternoon sun, the girl who no longer worked should not leave her grandfather unattended and go out alone, this was Xiao Lin's impression of that girl. He politely knocked on the door, being here because of a previous promise.
There was no response. Pushing open the ajar door, the inside was a mess, as if showing signs of a fight, which puzzled him greatly. What kind of person would need to come here and cause trouble? A big boss?
