She ran to the doorway, where, against the light, the woman's tall and slender figure forcefully burst into their field of vision.
The alley's dim light was always murky, and her pitch-black eyes gleamed with a chilling and scary light.
"You..."
The middle-aged man stopped in his tracks, struggling to process the sudden appearance of the woman.
"Was it you who kicked my door just now?" the middle-aged woman was the first to snap out of it, glaring at Ye Jiuliang as she reproached her.
"Does a young girl like you have no manners?"
"Weren't you the one with the injured back?" Ye Jiuliang casually tossed the rope onto an iron cabinet next to her, eyeing her with interest, "Yet you ran quite nimbly just now."
Upon hearing this, the couple's faces changed abruptly, and the middle-aged woman immediately bent over, clutching her waist and wailing in pain.
"My back, it's killing me."
"Heh."
