Zhou Xiumei gasped a few times, and then with a trembling voice said, "I think I heard someone walking in the living room."
Her voice was very low, seemingly in fear, and her throat trembled.
Fang Cheng's eyes suddenly grew sharp upon hearing this, and he quickly asked:
"Did you see any shadows?"
"No, I didn't dare to go out; I'm just hiding under the covers, quietly calling you..."
"Could it be your grandma getting up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom?"
"No, grandma went to Gufeng Temple to chant scriptures and pray for blessings; I am home alone tonight..."
"Brother Cheng, could it be that sort of thing..."
Zhou Xiumei's breathing became even more rapid as she spoke, not daring to continue.
"Don't hang up yet."
Fang Cheng calmly instructed her while swiftly reaching into the drawer to get his pistol, then quickly headed outside.
"When I get to your door, you rush out and open it for me."
