Lin Yi was holding his phone, glanced at the address, and headed toward Unit 2, Building 8.
Zhao Yuhuan was also ready with her filming equipment, starting her amateur recording.
Upon reaching the fourth floor, Lin Yi knocked on the door.
Soon, the door opened, and a wafting odor of sweat greeted them, yet neither of them showed any expression due to their professional demeanor.
A middle-aged man stood at the doorway, very thin, with a dark complexion, wrinkles around his eyes; the first impression one got was that he was honest and forthright.
"You must be the journalists from the radio station, finally here, come on in."
The skinny, dark man let Lin Yi and Zhao Yuhuan in, offering them two chairs.
The room wasn't spacious, about fifty square meters, with two bunk beds in the living room that could sleep four people.
Two bedrooms in total, each with four single beds, also not very clean.
The place was messy, work shoes and clothes tossed about carelessly.
