As it turns out, Yi Chichi's judgment was spot on. The three of them led her from the main road into the alley.
The alleys in Yangcheng are a bit different from the northern hutongs, most of which are straight lines.
The alleys aren't like that; they're like winding paths, with so many twists and turns that they could easily confuse someone.
Yi Chichi had no doubt that if she were left to find her way alone, she'd get lost.
The alley was really winding, with every household's door tightly closed, making it feel like stepping into another world.
Finally, they reached their destination.
Qiao Jun knocked on the door, and then—
"Uncle, we've come to see you!"
"Coming!"
A muffled voice came from inside. Within a couple of minutes, the tightly closed door creaked open, and out came an old man with pale skin, a somewhat thin face, and a cigarette pinched between his fingers.
"Why are you coming over at this hour? Don't you have work?"
