"Sigh!" Papa Yin sighed helplessly.
Thump! Thump!
Someone knocked on the door. In this quiet night, it was very loud.
Papa Yin's nerves were extremely tense. He hurriedly covered Mama Yin's mouth, not allowing her to make a sound.
A moment passed.
The door was still closed, and no one opened the door.
Zhang Ronghua knows that they are afraid, I don't want to be afraid of this kind of degree, right hand waving, a golden light from the crack of the door hitting inside, the door bolt above, the door opening, stepping in, again the candle is lit, shaking the light, the hall is illuminated, the shadow of his shadow is reflected in the bedroom.
"Hiding won't solve the problem."
