It wasn't long before the door was flung open from the inside. The room was unlit, appearing pitch-black at first glance, with only a vague silhouette visible.
Without much thought, the person at the door rushed forward and grabbed the other's hand with a strong grip, causing the latter to frown and say unhappily, "Let go! Why are you grabbing so hard? Are you trying to kill someone?"
Judging by the voice, the speaker was a young man. The person at the door paused and asked, "You're not Sister Zhao, are you her nephew?"
Zhao Liang subconsciously nodded, forcefully pulling his hand away and squinting into the dim light coming from outside the house. He asked in surprise, "Are you... Zhou Zhou? What are you doing here in the middle of the night?"
