On the rooftop of the property management building on the fourth floor of the residential complex, a middle-aged man with partially grey hair lay prone, peering through a telescope at the windows of Wen Wen's house.
Last night, he had received a signal that someone from the Wen Family had returned, which is why he had come here early this morning to observe the situation.
Since he didn't know who had come back, he hadn't rashly gone over to seek help but decided to observe first.
Seeing that the person sleeping there was a young man, not the one he had hoped to see, he shook his head in disappointment.
The young man could be a new resident or a relative of that person, but since he was sleeping there, he must be connected to that person in some way, so he decided that he still needed to go and ask.
For his son's sake, he had approached countless people who might help him, all to no avail. The most likely solution, Wenwen's Family, had disappeared for several years.