Every Strand of Hair Was Regretful

This was within the second ring of the Imperial Capital. Almost all the buildings here were important institutions and companies. There were very few living quarters except for the old courtyard houses. Other than that, in this place where every square inch of ground was expensive, there was no other empty space.

"Mr. Zhou, come with me." Shi Jin brought him through an alley and stopped at the entrance of a courtyard house.

She knocked on the door. An elderly couple opened the door and greeted her respectfully, "Miss Shi."

"Uncle, Auntie, this is Mr. Zhou. He's here to help me look after the flowers," Shi Jin introduced.

"Alright, Mr. Zhou, please come in." The uncle welcomed him in.