Rustle——
In the pitch-dark corridor, the sound of an iron gate being slid open echoed.
The room was brightly lit, with the television playing the latest popular drama, a burst of dialogue audible.
Grandma Zhou, who had just returned from praying and reciting scriptures at Gufeng Temple, sat on the living room sofa with her reading glasses, staring intently at the screen at the male and female protagonists.
Fang Cheng stepped out the door, turned to look at Zhou Xiumei who was seeing him off, and reminded her:
"Remember tonight, don't forget to lock the iron gate again."
Zhou Xiumei nodded with a soft "Hmm," a trace of blush on her cheeks, then gently said:
"I'll remember, you be careful too."
Fang Cheng smiled and replied:
"With so many police officers downstairs, we can at least get a good night's sleep tonight."
After bidding farewell to Zhou Xiumei, Fang Cheng took out his keys and walked towards his own place.
Creak—a sound, he pushed the door and entered.
