The silver-haired man said hurriedly, "I'm sorry, I've got the wrong place." He turned to leave.
Then he looked at the house number next to him, his brow furrowing slightly. "That's not right! The letter says it's this house!" Then, he returned.
"Excuse me, young lady," he asked, "do you happen to know someone named Ji Youzhi?"
Looking for Seventh Brother?
Wang Dongxue looked at the two men. She felt as if she had heard about this silver-haired man before, but she had been rather forgetful lately and couldn't quite recall it at that moment.
"He's our family's Seventh Uncle! May I ask who you are? And why are you looking for him?"
Hearing Wang Dongxue's words, the silver-haired man couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief. He clasped his hands and said, "I am Feng Wushang."
Feng Wushang?