Shan Yue remembered very clearly that there was also a small abandoned warehouse in the corner of the small courtyard of the old residential building. It was originally for people to store bicycles. Over the years, the young and strong people in the residential building had all moved away, and the automatic garage had been changed to a warehouse.
As no one had used it for a long time and the lock had rusted, the small warehouse had been completely forgotten. Now, it came in handy.
Shan Yue dragged Zhou Yang into the small warehouse and made him sit against the wall. Then, she squatted down and wanted to check Zhou Yang's wound.
"What are you doing! Who are you?" Seeing that Shan Yue was familiar with the place and was not afraid even when she saw blood, Zhou Yang could not help but become vigilant. He used his hand to stop her from looking at the wound.
