After they got off the plane, Director Yang had something to attend to, so he asked Xiao Wu to drive Jiang Yumiao home.
Jiang Yumiao recalled what Ning Chunchi had said before leaving that morning, when he was still half asleep. After wavering for a while, he finally gave Xiao Wu the address of his own residential complex. He would check on his home first, then go to Ning Chunchi's place.
Xiao Wu drove straight into the complex. The elderly security guard was the same one as last time, still busy listening to opera and paying no attention to their car.
Of course, Xiao Wu knew about Jiang Yumiao being cornered at the entrance before, so he was very cautious. "Mr. Jiang, I'll go upstairs and check first. If no one's lying in wait, you can come up."
Jiang Yumiao hurriedly thanked him, thinking it was time to put moving on the agenda. He happened to have the next few days free, so he could look for a place.
A little while later, Xiao Wu called to tell Jiang Yumiao he could come up.
Only then did Jiang Yumiao get out of the car. This time, he had learned his lesson thoroughly and disguised himself from head to toe. Not only did he wear a mask, but he also tied up his hair and tucked it into a cap.
If he had had the time, he would even have borrowed a wig.
Watching Jiang Yumiao enter his apartment, Xiao Wu breathed a sigh of relief. As he headed downstairs, he reported to Director Yang that he had successfully completed his mission of getting Jiang Yumiao home.
Every time Jiang Yumiao entered this home that felt both familiar and unfamiliar, he felt as though a lifetime had passed, as if he