"I know you'll come sooner or later." The owner turned aside and let Ye Cheng in. He looked outside the door for a few minutes before closing the door and locking it.

The three-bedroom, one-bedroom house smells old. The air circulation is good. It's peeling in many places. It's dangerous.

There were familiar people sitting in the living room and seeing Ye Cheng bowing his head with shame, there was nothing to be sorry about, but to feel guilty.

"Everybody's here, okay!"

"Big Ye!" The mountain stood up nervously, still holding a bowl of noodles.

Ye Cheng waved his hand and motioned him to sit down and eat. He came...