However, the Xiao family's tile-roofed house was much better than the other straw huts in the village. Sitting on top was safer and offered a broader view, so he pulled Duo'er closer to the Xiao family's house.
"There is a ladder right there, I'll carry you up."
Tan Zhenghong whispered.
The wing room of the Xiao family's house was only a little over three meters high; he was sure there would be no problem as he held his wife in one arm and grabbed the ladder with the other.
Qiao Duo'er pursed her lips: "This is someone else's house, do you think it's okay?"
"Why not? We can even help keep watch over the entrance."
Tan Zhenghong brought out his own logic, since they were not stealing anything after all.
Duo'er nodded in agreement, thereby tacitly accepting Tan Zhenghong's suggestion.
But it was just a single-story tile-roofed house; for her, it was a piece of cake.
After telling Fat Fat and Fatty, Qiao Duo'er deftly climbed onto the roof.
