Chuzheng found out that Sang Yu now lived not far from the school and opened a small photography shop. The business wasn't great because the owner opened it on a whim, opening only when he felt like it.
No one knew how the school managed to find him.
Chuzheng went over to take a look, but the shop was closed. After wandering outside for a while, the shop door remained tightly shut, so Chuzheng had to go back.
Chuzheng bought some things and strolled back.
On her way upstairs, she ran into her aunt.
Both of them stopped at the same time on the stairs. Her aunt gave her a sharp look, let out a cold snort, swayed her bucket-like waist, and went down the stairs quickly.
Chuzheng: "..."
What is she doing here?
Chuzheng went home and found nothing unusual there.
Mother Lu was on the phone with her friends, and Father Lu had probably just come back from work and was preparing to cook.
"Xiao Chu, you're back from school?"
"No classes today."
