This was a ghetto in B city. There were almost all lonely old people and young people without money.
In front of a house at the end of the lane, there stood a woman looking luxurious and out of place. She knocked on the door.
The door opened slowly after a while.
Mo Xusheng emerged from the inside, wearing a dirty white suit, bearded, and slightly squinting at the woman in front of him. He frowned doubtfully, looking up and down and questioningly asking, "You are?"
"Feifei told me to come." The woman stepped forward, and tried to go in. But when she saw the chaotic scene inside, she silently stepped her feet back. There was a trace of disrespect in her eyes, but it was soon hidden by her.
Hearing the name ‘Feifei', Mo Xusheng’s gazes suddenly sharpened, and he showed a smile.
"What about the money she promised me?"
Mo Xusheng's eyes were full of eagerness and no obfuscation.