Gu Yun and Li Xingzhu went to Sheng Feng's home at the address he had given them.
Sheng Feng's home was in an old residential neighborhood not far from the detention center.
They climbed to the third floor. Looking at the battered number plate on the door before him, Gu Yun steadied his emotions.
Li Xingzhu had been watching Gu Yun's expression the whole time.
Knock, knock- In the end, he knocked on the door himself.
Gu Yun turned to look at him and said, "Thank you."
After a while, someone inside opened the door. It was a middle-aged woman in her forties, the wrinkles covering her face making her look worn down by life.
She looked at Li Xingzhu and Gu Yun at the door in confusion and asked in a very hoarse voice, "Who are you?"
Gu Yun did not answer. Now that he was face-to-face with Sheng Feng's family, his feelings were tangled.
Li Xingzhu felt the same way. With a blank expression, he said, "Ma'am, your husband, Sheng Feng, sent us here to get something."
"Sheng Feng?!" The woman's pupils widened slightly at the name. "What did he ask you to get?"
"His phone. It's in the second drawer," Li Xingzhu answered.
"Why do you need his phone?" The woman kept feeling there was more to this.
"Because there's more to what happened back then," Gu Yun said, his expression unusually cold.
Hearing "what happened back then," the woman finally realized something. Her lips parted, then immediately closed again.
Looking at Gu Yun, she asked, "You... you're that child?!"
Gu Yun did not answer, silently confirming it.
"You... come in. I'll get it for you." The woman looked flustered.
Once they entered her home, the woman invited them to sit on the sofa and rest while