"Wait," Zeng Shiyuo suddenly spoke up.
Zeng Ziming had almost reached the kitchen doorway when he heard this and quickly stopped, turning his head to look at his father.
"Did you go into the kitchen before we came back?" asked Zeng Shiyuo.
Zeng Ziming shook his head, "After being woken up by the knocking, I've been sitting in the living room the whole time, I haven't gone anywhere."
Zeng Shiyuo turned his gaze to his wife, "Xiaoxia, did we check the windows before going to bed last night?"
"I didn't check; we are so high up, what thief would dare to climb up here?" Tian Xiaoxia also shook her head.
"Now... it's not just thieves we have to worry about," Zeng Shiyuo glanced at her.
As soon as he got home, he had closed all the doors and windows and checked them once, so Zeng Shiyuo was certain that the kitchen window was closed at the moment because it was he who had just closed it.
