The middle-aged man showed a pleading look on his face: "Brother, please let me in, I'm here to find a relative. I won't do anything, I'll leave as soon as I find them."
"You can't even provide a door number, how can I let you in?"
The gatekeeper wasn't completely unfeeling; the main issue was that the middle-aged man in front of him was very suspicious. He said he was here to find a relative but couldn't provide a door number.
If he really let the man in and something happened, losing his job would be the least of his worries. If anything else happened, it would be too much trouble for him to handle.
The people living here were either rich or noble; he couldn't afford to make any mistakes.
The middle-aged man had a bitter expression, took one last look at the Left Bank Pavilion, and then turned to leave.
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Left Bank Water Pavilion A District, sixth floor.
An Mingji, who went out to buy soy sauce, opened the door.
