Shanghai, Putuo District, Haitang Garden District.
At six in the morning, the elevated highway across from the residential complex was already bustling with traffic.
A breakfast stall was set up at the entrance to the complex. A middle-aged man on a motorcycle, with someone riding behind him, had just driven out.
He continuously greeted residents he passed along the way, a proud and happy smile on his face.
Just then, the young man sitting behind him quickly tapped his shoulder. "Dad, stop for a second."
Before the motorcycle came to a complete stop, the young man leaped off frantically and rushed to the breakfast stall on the sidewalk.
"Dr. Chen, what are you doing here?"
Liu Xiang stared in disbelief at Chen Yu, who was sitting on a small stool eating small wontons.
The low, square table was too short, so Chen Yu, wearing a black woolen coat, had his legs spread apart, leaning over to scoop up his wontons. He looked perfectly ordinary.
