Chuzheng hadn't fallen asleep yet when she heard someone twisting her bedroom door.
The outside had already quieted down.
She had locked the door from the inside when she entered, and the person on the other side couldn't open it, so the sound of twisting the doorknob ceased.
But after a short while, the bedroom door started making noise again.
Chuzheng silently slid out of bed.
The door was opened by someone, a head peeked in to look around, then cautiously stepped in, closed the door behind, and locked it.
The room was very dark, as the person fumbled their way to the bedside.
Suddenly, they pounced toward the bed.
However, they found nothing but bedding; there was no one there.
By the time the man regained his senses and looked up, he saw a dark figure standing beside the bed.
The man's heart pounded with fright.
But he quickly calmed down and snickered, "So you're Chuzheng, right?"
"Uncle likes you a lot, your dad is just foolish, not knowing how to cherish you."