The person let out a miserable scream and fell to the ground.
He curled up, rubbing his leg incessantly, probably from the fierce kick.
"What's happening?" Li Yuzhu, hearing the noise, rushed over, "Mr. Song is asking what's going on?"
Loud voices came from the backyard, audible even through the house in the deep, quiet night.
Both Mr. Song and Song Jinxiu in the bedroom heard it.
Mr. Song, feverish and drowsy, asked, "Who's in the backyard?"
Song Jinxiu's face turned pale instantly, and her eyes darted quickly toward the direction of the sound.
Noticing Song Jinxiu's odd expression, Li Yuzhu asked her to look after Mr. Song while she went to check.
"A thief came!" Li Xing'an sneered coldly.
"Take him further away for questioning, don't frighten Mr. Song and Jinxiu," Li Yuzhu glanced toward the bedroom and said.
"Of course." Li Xing'an found a rag in the kitchen, stuffed it into the person's mouth, tied up his hands and feet, and dragged him to the back of the kitchen.
