Labor Road, an old residential area.
The car stopped in front of an old, six-story apartment building.
Fang Yi, accompanied by Zhu Changqing and Xiao Li, climbed the stairs to the third floor.
"Master Fang, please come in,"
Zhu Changqing politely invited Fang Yi inside.
Fang Yi said "thank you," and walked in, looking around.
He had assumed that someone from a Taoist family like Zhu Changqing would be wealthy, but he seemed no different from an ordinary person.
In the living room, an elderly gentleman of eighty or ninety sat in a red-lacquered chair.
Although the old gentleman was thin and not tall, he was energetic and clearly in good health.
Fang Yi guessed that this old gentleman was Zhu Changqing's father.
The sound of stir-frying could be heard from the kitchen, as if someon
