"Gu Lingling, are you sure they live here?" Yao Jingsong asked, noticing the lock hanging on the door, "Can they live in such a nice house?"
How skeptical he sounded.
A four-courtyard house, looking really nice from the outside, not damaged at all.
"Forget it, let's go." Gu Lingling glanced at the house, wondering what Yang Yunhai was up to. Even injured, he doesn't take it easy.
"Lingling."
They hadn't walked far when someone called her from behind. Gu Lingling turned around and saw it was Liu Jun.
"Mr. Liu?"
"What are you doing here? Are you here to see Brother Hai?" Liu Jun walked over and asked, noticing the lunchbox in Gu Lingling's hand, "Bringing him food?"
"Some dumplings my grandma made." Gu Lingling lifted the aluminum lunchbox and said, "But Mr. Yang hasn't been home all day. This morning, Grandpa and I wanted to come thank you guys, but his house was locked up."
