The shop's roller shutter was pulled open.
Master Tian followed behind, his gaze involuntarily darting back and forth, surprised to find that Cheng Ye had another storefront.
Upon a brief reflection, he immediately recalled that this shop was previously run by a man in his fifties, who seemed to be a retired veteran.
So, was the shop sold?
"It was left by an old friend, he's gone chasing dreams elsewhere."
Cheng Ye thought for a moment and simply took out the letter left by Uncle Dong from the backpack on the ground.
The letter didn't contain any secrets.
Including eliminating Old Sun from property management, for so long now no one came to hold us accountable, and no one asked about Uncle Dong's whereabouts.
I'm afraid he was included among those sacrificed in the infection wave, saving us a lot of trouble.
Master Tian took the letter, pinched a corner of the paper, and read it word by word.
The tension on his face gradually eased, and his eyes became more lively.
