The old man's destination was a long-abandoned quadrangle courtyard.

When the rickshaw came to a stop, the old man pinched a crumpled bill and stuffed it into Qin Nuo's hand.

Then, he got off the rickshaw with a box in his arms and walked towards the courtyard.

Qin Nuo watched the figure disappear, glanced at the stains on the rickshaw's seat, and shook his head helplessly.