"Brother Qin, it's you!"
He Lai patted his chest and spoke fearfully.
"Uncle, why are you here?"
Lu Ran patted the snow off his body and asked softly.
"Oh, I couldn't sleep, so I wanted to borrow a book from you to read."
After speaking, He Qin asked suspiciously, "Why aren't the two of you staying in the room in the middle of the night? Why are you lying on the snow?"
"Shush!"
He Lai gestured for him to keep quiet. After scanning his surroundings, he lowered his voice and said, "There seems to be a thief in the house!"
"A thief?"
He Qin was shocked. "Where's the thief?"
"Oh, Brother Qin, be quiet!"
He Lai shrunk his neck in fear and hurriedly covered He Qin's mouth. He said in a low voice, "That thief can fly. He must have martial arts. What if you attract him with your loud screams?"
He was only twenty-two years old and was still searching for his wife. He did not want to die just like that.
