Bo Yanqi looked at the residence before him, which was practically a garbage dump, with a subtly dubious expression.
"This is the place you meant?" Was it really safe here?
"Yes, this is it." Yu Zhen nodded, giving Bo Yanqi an affirmative answer.
Bo Yanqi's mouth twitched. This place just felt terribly unsafe.
Not because it would be easy for those people to find them, but because it felt like they could be disposed of as garbage at any moment.
Yu Zhen did not notice Bo Yanqi's reaction. Looking at Granny Yanqi's home, she felt a little emotional.
"If Granny hadn't helped us back then, Li An and I would probably have been taken away by those people."
After saying that, Yu Zhen quickly headed toward the dilapidated house in front of them.
A "home" was not the only place that could serve as a harbor from the storm. Any place that sheltered one from wind and rain could be a safe haven.
Even if that place was merely a garbage station.
"Granny!" Yu Zhen called into the house, but received no response.
Yu Zhen called out several more times, still getting no reply. Her heart sank as a bad feeling began to rise within her.
"Granny? Are you there?"
Bo Yanqi also sensed that something was wrong and quickly followed Yu Zhen into the house.
The room was quiet, without the slightest sound.
On a table with one broken leg sat stacked bowls, chopsticks, and teacups, along with a basin of pickled vegetables covered by mesh.
"Looks like she isn't home," Bo Yanqi said.
Yu Zhen frowned tightly. "I'm a little worried. Could something have happened to Granny?"
Bo Yanqi glanced at the low table beside them. Offerings and three burning incense sticks had been placed on it.
"Probably