"Open the door for him!" Zheng Shouhe's hand was tightly clutching a dagger, pressed against Wen Xiangyu's back.
Wen Xiangyu had no choice but to open the door.
Opening the door revealed a handsome face, belonging to Lu Yang.
Wen Xiangyu desperately signaled to Lu Yang with her eyes, telling him to run, but Lu Yang gave no indication of seeing it. Instead, he donned a professional facade, a forced smile, "Your kebabs."
Zheng Shouhe too, put on a professional facade, it was all too easy to lure this seemingly honest youth in, "Young man, please come in and sit. Let me get your money."
Lu Yang, seemingly oblivious, walked in, looking around at the pitch-dark room, he chuckled, "Not even a candle lit, it's a bit early to be asleep, don't you think?"
Seeing Lu Yang naively walking in, Wen Xiangyu was on edge, she steeled herself, attempting to push Lu Yang out.