At that time, Chen Yan was sitting on the broken sofa in the rental house, making noodles. Halfway through browsing on his phone, there was a loud knock on the door.
"Express delivery!"
He pulled on his slippers to open the door and signed for a brown paper envelope. The sender wrote his brother Chen Mo's name, but the handwriting, how should I put it, was crooked, as if it was written when his hands were shaking badly. Chen Yan's heart skipped a beat. Although his brother's writing wasn't very good-looking, he didn't write like this.
Opening the envelope, there were two things inside - a key and a piece of paper folded in half.
