His grandfather's house wasn't far. Fu Yunxin had already gotten off work and gone straight there. She was helping Grandma prepare dinner.
Lin Xiangnan locked the door and walked over with Lin Hui. At the entrance, they ran into some of the shop's employees who had come to offer New Year's greetings.
Although the employees were helping to put up festive red couplets, their faces were filled with unconcealable worry.
Seeing Lin Xiangnan and Lin Hui approach, they all put on ingratiating smiles and greeted them.
As Lin Hui followed Lin Xiangnan inside, his gaze swept over the employees, and his brow furrowed slightly.
A strange stench clearly lingered on them.
It was a hard-to-describe smell, like a long-uncleaned sewer drain, or perhaps the odor of some pungent chemical mixed with rotting flesh.
