Before Hongmei had time to lift the curtain, the door behind her that had been closed again when she came in suddenly creaked and someone pushed it open from the outside.

It was approaching the middle of May, and the moonlight was as clear as water, pouring in through the open door, and projecting the figure standing at the door of the house onto the ground, stretching it very long.

"Who are you?"

Standing at the door, he suddenly shouted loudly into the room, grabbed a stick by the door and held it in his hand.

Hongmei beside the bed was so frightened by this turn of events that her soul almost left her body. She subconsciously opened the curtain and looked inside.

Sure enough, the bed was empty, how could anyone be there?

"No, no one..."

In desperation, she hid behind the bed and even screamed.

Then she quickly covered her mouth, her heart almost jumping out of her throat.

That voice outside the house... isn't Luo Fengtang. What's going on?

The man at the door who originally planned to rush in to catch the thief suddenly stopped. He took two steps back, returned to the door, and suddenly slammed the door!

Then, the footsteps quickly disappeared.

Hongmei stood close to the gap between the back of the bed and the wall, too scared to express her anger.

When I heard the footsteps walking away, I quickly came out of the gap and hurriedly picked up the clothes on the ground in front of the bed and put them on randomly.

I don't care about the front or back, as long as I can cover my body.

After doing all this, she hurried over and opened the door, only to find that the door was locked from the outside!

"It's over!"

She leaned against the door and almost collapsed.

The people outside walked quickly and then entered the row of resting rooms in front. He pushed open the door of one of them and broke in.

"What a crime, what a crime!"

The lights in the room suddenly came on.

Yang Yongjin got up from the bed, rubbed his sleepy eyes and looked at the person coming: "Uncle Third, what's wrong with you? Who made you angry in the middle of the night?"

On the couch by the window, Luo Fengtang also sat up and looked at his father-in-law Yang Huazhong who rushed in from the outside with confusion.

Yang Huazhong went back, locked the door, and sat back at the table. Without saying anything, he picked up the herbal tea from the teapot on the table and poured it into the tea spout.

After he finished filling the teapot, he slammed the teapot down on the table. His face was frighteningly gloomy.

Yang Huazhong rarely had such an expression. Yang Yongjin and Luo Fengtang's sleepiness immediately disappeared. They looked at each other and hurried to the table, standing on the left and right next to Yang Huazhong.

"Father-in-law, what happened?" Luo Fengtang also asked.

Yang Yongjin frowned in surprise, "Father-in-law, didn't you go to sleep in Tang Yazi's house? What? It's still too hot and you can't sleep? No, that room is more ventilated than this one, so it should be very comfortable!"

Luo Fengtang also nodded.

It was originally arranged for him to sleep in the small courtyard where he and Qing'er lived. Before going to bed, he thought of something and came to this house to discuss it with his father-in-law and second brother.

It turned out that the room was a little stuffy, and my father-in-law seemed to be suffering from heat stroke.

Luo Fengtang was a filial person and insisted on changing houses with Yang Huazhong, letting Yang Huazhong sleep in his and Qing'er's house while he moved in to sleep with his second brother.

It's just one night, you can sleep anywhere.

But Luo Fengtang was very puzzled by his father-in-law's appearance.

"Yongjin, go call your aunt over and be quiet." Yang Huazhong still said nothing and only ordered Yang Yongjin.

"Oh." He raised his feet and walked out. After walking a few steps, he thought of something. He stopped and turned around and asked Yang Huazhong: "Third uncle, Hongmei lives in the same room as my aunt, do you want to call her over too?"

It's okay if Yang Yongjin didn't ask, but when he asked, Yang Huazhong almost threw the teapot on the table.

Upon seeing this, Luo Fengtang quickly stopped Yang Huazhong and said to Yang Yongjin: "Second brother, you can call whoever your father-in-law tells you to call. Go and come back quickly!"

When Yang Yongjin saw Yang Huazhong's dark face full of storms, he was so frightened that he dared not speak and hurried to the front yard.

Soon, Yang Huamei followed Yang Yongjin.

Yang Huamei's hair was disheveled and her eyes were red and bloodshot. She was obviously awakened from a deep sleep.

"Third brother, what's going on? Why don't you let people sleep in the middle of the night?"

Yang Huamei entered the room yawning, still complaining.

But when Yang Huazhong raised his eyes and looked at her, all Yang Huamei's complaints stopped abruptly.

Because the third brother's eyes had more red bloodshot eyes than hers, and his face was so gloomy that it was scary, as if the sky was about to fall.

"Third brother, why are you looking at me like that? What's going on? I feel so panicked..."

"Where's the red plum?"

Yang Huazhong interrupted her and asked.

"Ah?" Yang Huamei was stunned for a moment.

"She is sleeping in the house!" Yang Huamei said.

"Are you sure?" Yang Huazhong asked again, his face darkening again.

Yang Huamei was confused, but she grinned and said disapprovingly: "Third brother, you are asking this. It's so late at night, where can she be if she's not sleeping in the house?"

"snort!"

Yang Huazhong snorted coldly, his eyes filled with cynicism and disdain.

Now, Yang Huamei became more and more suspicious.

She couldn't help but try to recall that when Yong went in and called her, there were no lights in the room, and only the faint moonlight leaked in from the window.

When she came out, she was afraid of waking up the eldest daughter-in-law, so she glanced over at her bed.

The curtain was hanging down, so she concluded that someone must be sleeping inside.

But when Yang Huazhong asked her this question, she became a little suspicious.

Because when she came out, she accidentally bumped into the table and knocked over a tea bowl on the table.

In addition, Yongjin was banging on the door and talking outside, so Hongmei would be startled by such a loud noise, and she would make a little squeak.

"That big daughter-in-law of yours isn't sleeping in the house at all!"

Yang Huazhong suddenly slammed the table hard, interrupting Yang Huamei's thoughts.

"Third brother, what do you mean by this?" Yang Huamei asked.

Not only did she not understand, Yang Yongjin and Luo Fengtang were also confused.

Yang Huazhong threw something on the table, which was a key.

"Take the key and open the door yourself. I'm embarrassed!" Yang Huazhong said again.

When Yang Huamei saw the key, she was even more stunned. She just woke up and her mind couldn't turn around. What on earth is going on?

Which house is the key to?

What does it have to do with red plums?

When Luo Fengtang and Yang Yongjin saw the key, their expressions changed.

Yang Yongjin's eyes were full of shock, followed by deep contempt and anger.

As for Luo Fengtang, his whole aura had changed. He was like an ice sculpture soaked in blood. Violence surged all over his body, as if he might reach out and crush someone to death at any time.

"Third brother, tell me everything first, Hongmei... what's going on?"

Yang Huamei was not stupid. Seeing the reactions of Luo Fengtang and Yang Yongjin, she vaguely guessed something.
Chapter completed!