"Lock the front door." Nan Fei knew that Zhang Fengmei was soft-hearted and there would undoubtedly be conflicts later. She had a bellyful of anger pent up inside her, and knew that the encounter with her aunt's family today was going to be anything but pleasant.
Her mother was too kind-hearted. If she were present, she would only end up being bullied.
Jiang Yang, who'd been lurking in the corner until now, overheard Nan Fei's words. He moved faster than Zhuanzhuan, dashing to the front door and locking it from the outside.
The layout of Nan Fei's home consisted of the main house in the back and a courtyard in the front. The kitchen was a separate room in the courtyard. Once the courtyard's gate was locked, the only way out would be to climb over the wall.
To deter thieves, rural houses often had glass shards or cactus plants lining the top of the courtyard walls, making them impossible to climb over.
