Mick Street, a place in the United States for the middle class to live, neither wealthy nor destitute.
A black luxury sedan stopped in front of number 360 on Mick Street.
"We've arrived, boss."
The driver said to Ai Jieming in the back.
Ai Jieming nodded, gazing at the tightly shut gate through the car window. After pondering for a long time, he finally sighed and got out of the car, heading to the door.
Lifting his hand, he knocked on the door.
Knock, knock, knock!
"Who is it?"
A woman's voice came from inside the house, sounding like she was in her thirties.
Creak.
The slightly rusty door made a metallic rubbing noise and opened.
A slightly frail woman appeared, but her facial features were quite beautiful. Although there was a hint of sadness in her eyes, the tear-filled eyes were quite captivating, with thin lips and hair casually clipped back.
She was dressed in very ordinary clothes, but this woman's figure was hard to conceal.
Still charming.
