On the way home, looking at the stuff scattered around again, Zhao Guang felt a surge of irritation.
"Forget it, I'll clean up tomorrow, what a waste of my time," Zhao Guang didn't even bother to close all the doors, just the main one. The items inside the room weren't really of much value anyway.
Even if there were thieves, they wouldn't come to steal things like iron hatchets or spices, right?
Just arriving at his place, Zhao Guang's brow furrowed, "Are these officers always this rough when searching?" He looked around his room, clearly it had been searched, but the methods were too rough.
Not to mention the messy stuff, there was also a broken cup on the floor.
"Something's not right here," Zhao Guang suddenly remembered he had surveillance in his room.
After turning on the surveillance system, Zhao Guang saw a masked person searching around. This definitely wasn't police work, but someone who had sneaked into his house after he left.
