The next day.
Chen Fang boarded the flight from Yuanjing to Jindu City.
As for the luggage issue, Jiang Feng, who was flying later, could bring it along.
As soon as he got off the plane.
Chen Fang didn't hesitate for a moment and found a taxi to rush to the county-level city Yang'an City managed by Jindu City.
The address Ren Qing'an left him all those years ago was in Yang'an City.
Bouncing in the car for three to four hours in total.
Chen Fang finally arrived at Ren Qing'an's old home in Pinghu Village.
When he followed the house number to his destination.
He was stunned by the sight in front of him.
A dilapidated house that couldn't possibly be more rundown, almost on the verge of collapse.
Through the rickety gate, he could see the yard was overgrown with weeds, looking exactly like it had been uninhabited for years.
Could it be they've all moved away?
Just as Chen Fang was puzzled, he saw a middle-aged man passing by with a hoe on his shoulder.
