A person suddenly appeared from behind, making one's skin crawl. Jiang Xiaobai turned around and jumped in fright, cold sweat instantly pouring down.
"Mr. Wang, why, why are you awake?"
"Kid, I can tell you're no good—just like Li Li. You're both thieves! Both want to steal my stuff!"
Mr. Wang swung the broom in his hand toward Jiang Xiaobai, who quickly ran outside, not having time to grab the disk.
Mr. Wang is old, how could he catch up to Jiang Xiaobai? Jiang Xiaobai quickly shook him off and returned home, still feeling shaken.
"How did that old guy suddenly wake up?"
Jiang Xiaobai thought for a moment and concluded there was only one reason: Mr. Wang wasn't drunk at all; it was all an act.
"What kind of creepy place is this, where an old scrap collector also has to act all mysterious?"
Jiang Xiaobai didn't go out again and stayed home obediently. Around seven in the evening, Xiaoqian came back, dragging her tired body.
