Ling Lao Liu found that everything had been peaceful lately. Maybe that kid with the Range Rover was too scared to cause trouble. Tonight was like any other; after watching TV, he rested with his family.
His home was on the fourth floor, built over a decade ago, but was much larger than Ling Zhengwei's. The first floor had over sixty square meters, and above that, twenty square meters were added to each subsequent floor, making the upper floors over eighty square meters.
Now, several generations lived there, including his son, daughter-in-law, grandson, granddaughter, his parents, and two brothers.
A dozen people lived here; even during tea, his family filled an entire table. So, they weren't afraid of Zhengwei causing trouble.
Even with that kid driving the Range Rover, he wasn't concerned.
Ling Lao Liu's parents slept on the first floor, as they couldn't climb stairs. In the middle of the night, they heard knocking at the door.
Who's knocking at this hour?
