"What's wrong?" Sheng Ning followed behind An'an and watched as she closed the door again, asking in confusion, "Who's outside?"
"It's Little Hooligan." Sheng An looked at her nervously, "Sister, don't open the door, there are bad people outside."
"Would a bad person brazenly knock on the door? Shouldn't a bad person be climbing over the wall instead?" Sheng Ning still felt quite secure about the local safety; at this time, the neighbors in the village hadn't gone to bed yet, no bad guy would come knocking at seven or eight o'clock.
If they were up to no good, it would typically be around two or three in the morning.
