The car pulled up to a somewhat rundown-looking house.
This was Yu Dalin's home. It was on the edge of the village, right beside the main road they had taken, and not far from Chen Fang's rescue shelter.
As the crow flies, the distance was probably only two or three hundred meters.
Yu Dalin got out of the car.
Lying by the door was the same black dog he had been threatening to beat to death earlier.
When the black dog saw him, it scampered over eagerly, its tail wagging immediately.
Yu Dalin gave its head a quick rub, then took out his keys, unlocked the door, and motioned for Shen Xin and Li Jiahui to come inside.
The living room wasn't large and was cluttered with junk piled up haphazardly.
The house itself was a very traditional-style home. It looked dilapidated from the outside, and inside, the paint was peeling from the walls.
Yu Dalin enthusiastically fished out two bottles of mineral water from a corner, handed them over, and gestured for his guests to sit.
