Chuzheng brought Xing Qiao to No. 13 Wenxian Road.
"This will be yours from now on."
"Mine?"
"Until you terminate the contract, this place is all yours," Chuzheng nodded. "Go on in and take a look."
Xing Qiao glanced at the door, walked over to push it. It looked like it would open with a push, but it didn't budge.
Xing Qiao turned back to look at Chuzheng, who stood behind with her hands in her pockets, showing no intention of enlightening him.
Xing Qiao turned back again, noticing the house number on the side, and took out the card Chuzheng had given him earlier.
But there was no sensor on this door either...
Xing Qiao tried placing the card on the door. The door made a slight 'beep,' and he pushed it open.
The shop appeared to be about a hundred square meters, with shelves on both sides. However, they were empty, with no signs of someone having lived there.
There was a staircase next to it, leading upstairs.
