Xu Xia put down the cookie in her hand and listened intently.
This time, she heard it clearly, it was definitely the sound of the door lock.
Apart from herself, only Lan Zi had a key to her house, and she would always knock unless there was a special circumstance. Could there really be a thief so early in the morning?!
Damn little thief, such audacity, to sneak in and pick the lock so blatantly.
She glanced around, noticed the wooden sculpture on the small table, and grabbed it before standing up from the sofa.
Quietly tiptoeing with her injured foot, she limped to the hallway, hid her body against the adjacent partition by the entryway, and listened intently.
A soft sound, the door opened, then closed, and footsteps entered.
The footsteps were light, as if they were afraid of being heard by others.
