Looking through the iron gate at the crooked-neck tree in the yard, Jiang Chen rang the doorbell.
"Ding dong, ding dong, ding dong..."
After a while, there was movement inside the house.
A broad-shouldered, sturdy black man came out.
Jiang Chen was momentarily stunned.
He thought he had come to the wrong place.
That can't be right.
He glanced again at the crooked-neck tree rumored to have been the site of a death.
The black man opened the door.
"Mr. Jiang, please come in."
Alright then.
Jiang Chen suddenly realized.
Vera was indeed receptive to advice, but why was he still a black man?
Could it be that some form of political correctness has become so widespread?
Actually, don't say that.
Like Cynthia's black bodyguard, apart from being very dark, this black man was definitely outstanding in appearance among black people.
As Jiang Chen entered the house, he saw Vera coming down the stairs, holding onto the railing.
