The car pulled into a dated residential community in the old district, its buildings worn with age. Its arrival naturally attracted countless gazes.
Shen Zhuxin looked completely distracted. Zhao Dong drove quickly and soon reached the community's entrance.
The security guard was nearly stunned when he saw the car. He didn't say a word or even ask any questions, simply saluting and waving them through.
The car drove into the community and stopped in front of the building at the very back. Shen Zhuxin's home was on the first floor, which was enclosed to form a small yard.
Shen Zhuxin jumped out of the car and hurried toward the yard. Zhao Dong followed close behind, and the moment he stepped inside, he heard the sharp, crashing sounds of things being smashed.
Zhao Dong's expression changed slightly. What's going on?
He followed Shen Zhuxin to the front door. With a tense look on her face, she pushed it open.
