On a spring evening at eight o'clock, it's not too late yet, but it's already dark. On the road leading to the east side of the city, there are few pedestrians during the day, and even fewer at night.
A bicycle sped along the road, the man riding it lifted his bottom and leaned forward, vigorously pedaling.
Turning onto the road leading to his residential area, the man had a smile on his face. As his family's yard gate appeared in sight, he pedaled even faster.
Ring ring, from a distance, the man pressed the bell, and as he arrived at the entrance of the yard, he pulled the handbrake with a "screech." "Old Zhang, stop looking, it's me!"
The guard on duty raised his hand to shield his eyes against the glass window, carefully looked at the man astride the bicycle, and hurried out to open the door.
"Second Young Master, where did you go so late?"
