Zhu Shanshan and Fan Sisi controlled their movements as quietly as possible and got dressed.
Meanwhile, the noise outside the window had become very noticeable.
Someone was cutting the glass.
In a low voice, Yang Fan instructed Zhu Shanshan and Fan Sisi to hide near the door, while he grabbed a wrench and approached the window, concealing himself beside it. Lifting a corner of the curtain gently, and through the dim light from the street lamp outside, Yang Fan saw two shadows clinging to the window like spiders.
Fearing discovery, Yang Fan dared not look too long. He took a quick glance and promptly let the curtain fall back into place.
Click!
A faint sound of glass breaking echoed.
They were very professional—the noise made by cutting the glass was extremely soft. If Yang Fan hadn't been right beside the window, even slightly farther away, he definitely wouldn't have heard it.
After that, the window was carefully opened, and then a shadowy figure stealthily climbed in.
