Qin Ruan gave Lin Hao a nod, who stepped forward to knock on the door.
The first knock went unanswered.
Lin Hao knocked again.
"Thump, Thump!!"
This time, it was more urgent and louder than before.
After some time, there was still no response from inside.
Lin Hao turned back to Qin Ruan: "Could they be not at home?"
Qin Ruan shook her head, her voice grave: "Keep knocking."
Lin Hao could only continue knocking, each time louder than the last.
Just when his patience began to wane, there was finally a noise from inside the room.
"Who... ah??"
The voice dragged on as if waking up from sleep and sounded rather weak.
Without having seen the person in the room, one could already sense a feeling of illness.
A flicker passed in Qin Ruan's eyes.
Standing at the front door, Lin Hao spoke firmly towards the inside: "Lou Hong, we're Huang Biao's men, open the door."
"Huang Biao? Who's Huang Biao?"
A drowsy voice echoed clearly.