He Garden Lane Intersection.
The white Audi slowly stopped without entering, Qin Guanglin sat in the car looking at the lane, a vague unease growing inside him.
The news didn't mention the location, only mentioned South City, but he felt it was here.
No reason, just certain.
He got out of the car and walked into the alley; within a few short minutes, Qin Guanglin had reached the big garbage heap. He looked up at the wall at the "116" sign and continued forward by memory until he came upon the woman who was waving with Yuan the day before yesterday.
"Hello..."
"Ah?" The woman, who had just left her house carrying a lunch box, looked up and saw Qin Guanglin in front of her.
"Is this... Xiang Xiaoyuan's home?"
"I am... you..." The woman hesitated, then seemed to remember something, "Are you also a reporter?"
"Um..." Qin Guanglin felt a stir inside him, but before he could speak, he saw her turn and sit on her shabby electric scooter.
