For What Were You Looking For Jiahang

In the early morning, just as the day broke, a taxi came into Mang village.

Ye Hao, sitting in the car, came to such an underdeveloped village for the first time.

He was stunned by the scene before his eyes, and could not imagine that Yanyan had lived in such a backward and poor place for three years.

What was that in sight? Farmland, vegetable field, and some adobe houses sparsely scattered.

He had never been in such an adobe house.

The taxi stopped at the door of an adobe house, the first house they saw after entering the village.

"Hello, do you know where Chen Jiahang lives?" Ye Hao asked a woman in front of him, a woman in her fifties.

"For what are you looking for Jiahang, young man?" The woman asked, in a local accent.

Ye Hao, however, answered with some kind of restlessness, "I am looking for him to do some businesses."