This blockhead!
Feng Qingxue knocked her head, realizing she still needed to make a trip to Shanghai to inquire He Hongjun about Ouyang Mo. Regardless, knowing whether Ouyang Mo was alive or dead was the only way she could explain things to Wen Ruyu.
Upon reaching Ouyang Lan's home, a small courtyard with only three main rooms, all tattered with signs of damage and looting everywhere, the ground uneven as if someone had dug three feet into the earth.
"The yard was allocated by the state, we pay rent every month, it's not privately owned," Ouyang Lan sighed while explaining, "If it were privately owned, it would have been confiscated by the state amid this turmoil. I've heard many private residences were seized during this campaign, those who rented their homes to others have suffered misfortunes!"