In the dark of the night, Lu Changsheng had already arrived at Li Hongzhuang's courtyard.
However, he did not enter rashly. Instead, he observed his surroundings.
The courtyard was also pitch-black, and there seemed to be no one there.
Lu Changsheng observed for a while. After making sure that no one was following him, he quickly jumped over the wall and into the courtyard.
"Creak."
The door opened.
"Brother Thirteen, you're finally here," Li Hongzhuang said softly.
He entered the house and lit the candles.
Lu Changsheng saw that Li Hongzhuang's face was pale and she looked a little tired.
"You haven't recovered from your injuries?"
Lu Changsheng asked.
Li Hongzhuang shook her head." My injuries have already healed. It's just that Zhao Qilei is dead. The Zhao Family thinks that I killed him and is investigating my whereabouts like crazy."
