Hm, I still need to verify this, though, but that shouldn’t be hard.

He Lingchuan looked up. It was nearly dark.

He still needed to see one more person.

He left the family residence and headed toward the rear. Two streets away, tall silk floss trees lined both sides of the road. He stopped beneath one of them and knocked on the door of a nearby house.

Birds of a feather flocked together. Anyone who could afford to live in this neighborhood was comfortably well-off.

The man who opened the door froze when he saw He Lingchuan, then hurriedly stepped aside. “Good heavens, Young Master! What brings you here?”

The man was the owner of the house, Ding Zuodong.

He had once served as an old steward of Dunyu’s Shu Family. After He Lingchuan recruited him, Ding Zuodong had helped him purchase property in Dunyu, and he had always performed admirably.

He Lingchuan craned his neck to look into the courtyard and smiled. “Nice place. How long ago did you buy it?”

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