"Humph, that's what I was thinking too. Last night when I got up to use the bathroom, I heard noises outside, and when I went to check, I saw a shadow flick past the kitchen. But when I went down, there was no one there."
Li Xiaoli spoke gravely, "I suspect that person was Brother Tang Ming."
"Really? If you found out something like that, why didn't you tell me or call someone to catch the thief?" Liu Mengting immediately tensed up. If it had been her, she would probably have been quite frightened—Li Xiaoli's courage was truly something.
"There are only the three of us in the house. With Brother Tang Ming here, even if there was a real thief, I wouldn't be afraid," Li Xiaoli said nonchalantly, pursing her lips and squinting her eyes as she spoke:
"I suspect that Brother Tang Ming's cultivation has already recovered, but he keeps pretending to be ignorant."
Recovered cultivation?" Liu Mengting paused for a moment, puzzled:
