"Yang Na, go to the specific address first and see if you can find anything."
"Okay, but the houses here are all built so haphazardly." As Yang Na spoke, the camera began to shake.
After searching for a while, Yang Na quickly found the address Qian Fu had mentioned in a small alley.
It was a two-story concrete house at the end of a narrow alley. The concrete was roughly applied and covered in colorful graffiti drawn by children.
The address was for the second floor, but the door was locked.
CRASH! The sound of a breaking bowl came from inside, followed by a sharp slap.
Startled by the commotion, Yang Na stepped back, but then cautiously moved forward again.
"Money, money, money! Is that all you care about? Do you know how much I even make in a month?!" a man's hoarse voice yelled from inside.
It was followed by a woman's wails. "You promised me when you married me! You said you'd be responsible for my dad's medical expenses!"
