The motorcycle sputtered into the market, surrounded by hawking and shouting. The uneven ground was filled with rotten vegetable leaves and decaying fruits, and the filthy water splattered in all directions as the wheels rolled through the mud, drawing curses from the people nearby.
Zhu Shaodan furrowed his brow and spat a mouthful of exhaust fumes at them.
After leaving the market and asking a passerby for directions, the passerby pointed to a worn and broken house on the small winding street, "That's it."
Zhu Shaodan furrowed his brow even deeper.
"Is this really a place for people to live? My delicate sister lived as a fine young lady; how can she be living in such a place?"
Zhu Shaodan found the entrance and looked at the peeling walls. The living conditions were terrible.
Zhao Xiaohui was cooking, hearing someone knocking, and poked her head out from the kitchen to tell Deng Kun, who was lying on the sofa watching a comedy sketch, "Someone is knocking, go open the door."