Hearing this, Xiang Yiqing didn't immediately respond; he looked at the time—a little past eight.
A cup of tea at this hour wasn't impossible.
Thinking this, he nodded, "Wait a moment, I'll find a spot to park the car."
In this old town, parking spaces lined the roadside. He parked directly and stepped out, while Qiu Yang waited for him in place.
He walked over with a smile, "Let's go."
Qiu Yang nodded and turned to lead the way from the front, while Xiang Yiqing, with his long legs, caught up with her pace, walking side by side.
The neighborhood was very quiet; there were few street lamps, only one at the entrance of each building.
Xiang Yiqing surveyed his surroundings briefly and then frowned with concern, "The lighting in your neighborhood is so dim—do the cameras work at night?"
"I don't know, probably," Qiu Yang also looked around, seeing dense branches and leaves everywhere, with the moonlight mostly obscured.
