His eyesight wasn't particularly good, especially at night. He instinctively thought that it was a thief. When he had just entered, the security guard had told him that something had happened in the neighborhood at night. A thief had entered a house and even fought with the owner. Both had been seriously injured and were sent to the hospital.
He even took out a metal rod used as props and prepared to hit him while he was unprepared.
When he got closer, he realized that it wasn't a thief. Instead, he said in surprise, "Ah Yan, what are you doing?"
An Yan was squatting on the ground as a ladder. The wall was quite high, about two meters tall, but it wasn't a solid wall. It was the kind with carvings in the middle. When he heard the voice, he was so frightened that he broke out in cold sweat.
Sh*t, why is he so distracted? He only realized his presence when Mr. Nangong was in front of him. He stood up and greeted respectfully, "Hello, Mr. Nangong."
