When Adrian Chu arrived outside Wang Yuanwai's residence, it was almost the end of the You hour and it was already dark.
There was no moon that night, and the autumn dew was thick. Only the lights on the long street outside the palace were occasionally lit.
The red lacquered door of the Wang family mansion was closed, and two white paper lanterns were hung under the eaves. The pale light swayed in the whistling autumn wind, which was extremely creepy no matter how you looked at it.
Adrian Chu then remembered that, after careful calculation, today was the seventh day after Wang Juncheng's death, the famous "first seven days"!
"It's a bit unlucky!" Adrian Chu smiled bitterly, as if he came at the wrong time.
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