CLANG—
The open iron gate swiftly shut again.
Lu Yuan watched as the headlights of the two cars down the hillside swiftly disappeared into the darkness. He turned around, his face revealing a degree of intrigue.
This guy... Could he have been held captive?
'Held captive' may not be the most accurate term.
This man, Wang Zhichao, seemed more like he had fallen into a predicament he couldn't escape from, yet he also didn't want to involve others.
His behavior at the door just now clearly showed he was trying to protect Dad—Lu Xinghua—and the other two, not wanting them to get caught.
It's like he's doing it out of kindness...
Then what would happen if he were caught?
Lu Yuan squinted, beginning to closely examine the four-story rural house before him.
The house stood alone on a small earthen mound.
It seemed quite far from the nearest village, its location rather remote.
The house looked imposing but was actually quite crude.
