Wang Laoshuan's heart tensed up, and he could not help but swallow nervously.
"Who can it be?" he asked Wang Dashan a little fearfully.
There were many households in Brook Falls Village, and the character of the villagers was good.
Usually, even if they didn't lock their doors, there wouldn't be any burglary.
When Wang Laoshuan went out with his son today, he had locked the door. How could the house be lit up?
Wang Dashan shook his head.
He quickly took a thick wooden stick from the handcart.
After that, he crept carefully towards his own courtyard.
When Wang Laoshuan saw this, he swallowed nervously.
A hint of hesitation flashed across his face.
Then, he followed his son's action and took a wooden stick from the handcart.
After that, he followed in his son's footsteps.
The father and son entered the courtyard one after another.
Then, they went to the doorway of the hall.
