As the wheel crushed over, the water accumulated in the small puddle on the ground splashed around, spreading a wet chill into the air. It felt as if a layer of frost was about to condense on the surface of his skin.
Lu Yiyu got out of the car and shut the door.
He looked up at the residential building in front of him.
It was a relatively secluded place with only a few households. The isolation made it eerily quiet, cutting it off from all the hustle and bustle of life.
He squinted his dark eyes, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips.
The smoke swirled around his face, blurring his vision.
It veiled the helplessness in his eyes without leaving a trace.
A few seconds later, he crushed out the stub.
After throwing it in the garbage bin, he strode into the building. Taking the elevator straight to the fifth floor, he finally stood in front of the door of Unit 501.
He rang the doorbell.
The door was opened shortly.