The man didn't dare to move.
One twitch, and the knife would slit his throat.
"Ma'am, I was wrong, I know I was wrong, please show mercy," the man's face pressed against the door, his voice altered as he spoke.
However, the man didn't hear Chuzheng's response; his vision darkened rapidly, and he lost consciousness.
Chuzheng let go of the man, letting him thump to the ground.
She looked inside; the overall layout of the house was similar to hers.
The living room was cluttered with items but in an orderly fashion, and the environment was clean.
The bedroom door was ajar.
Chuzheng pushed open the door; the inside was a complete mess, a boy in loungewear tied to a chair, the chair had toppled over, possibly from the boy's struggles.
Chuzheng went over to help him up.
As the boy looked up, his deep blue eyes were filled with panic, identical to the pair she had seen before.
"It's okay now."
Chuzheng untied the rope for him.