Zhao Dong could hardly believe his eyes. The building before him was utterly dilapidated, looking for all the world like it belonged in a city slum. The area was filled with old buildings, pitted streets, and rundown stalls. Every so often, a truck would rumble past, kicking up gusts of wind and sand.
Zhao Dong was shocked. How could Su Yuxi's home be here? From her looks to her demeanor, she seemed like a girl from a wealthy family. How could she possibly live in a place like this?
As if reading his mind, Su Yuxi spoke sadly as she led the way into an alley, "You're wondering how I could possibly live here, aren't you?"
Zhao Dong didn't deny it. Following behind her, he said, "I really didn't expect this. Isn't your family very rich? You should be living in a villa, not a place like this."
