An hour had passed.
Zhang Xiaohao, led by Li Jingru, entered an old-fashioned neighborhood in the suburbs.
"Is this your home?" Zhang Xiaohao asked, standing outside the door.
"Yes." Li Jingru nodded emphatically.
She pulled out the keys from her handbag, opened the front door, and rushed in.
"What is this?" Zhang Xiaohao asked, looking puzzled.
After entering, he closed the room door behind him.
The whole room was warmly decorated and meticulously cleaned.
From the worn wall coverings and the bleached white walls, it was clear the house had seen many years.
At least it hadn't been refurbished in the recent decade or so.
Even the chairs and other furniture in the room carried the marks of passing years.
The room wasn't big, just around sixty or seventy square meters.
One bedroom, one living room, with an attached bathroom.
After changing into slippers, Zhang Xiaohao walked toward the bedroom inside.
