Ye Zi'an looked around his front door and, seeing a hemp sack on the left, picked it up. Yang Chuxia saw his movement and silently smiled; he was quite a clever little schemer.
At that moment, the door opened from the inside, revealing a burly young man. Ye Zi'an, being taller than most people, swiftly put the sack over the young man's head and started to pummel him, eliciting painful cries from his opponent. Yang Chuxia, on the other hand, had locked Ye Zi'an's front door from the outside upon the young man's emergence.
Looking at the iron lock in her hand, Yang Chuxia laughed at the sack-headed person, "You're such an idiot. When breaking into someone's house, you should take the lock off first, or else people will just end up locking you in." She snorted dismissively. "Pathetic."
"Greedy!" said Ye Zi'an, not stopping his assault.
