Yu Lu's Worry

“Old man, did I wake you?”

“You punk! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“I thought you’d be asleep by now… did you wait up for me?” Zhi Luan taunted.

“You wish! You’re lucky I didn’t shoot…”

It was only after he said this that Zhi Luan noticed the double-barrel shotgun in the old man’s hand.

He smiled,

“Were you worried?”

“Make fun of me all you want…”

Old man Shen then switched on the light. Words couldn’t describe the shock he felt when he saw Zhi Luan with the lights on.

“Goodness me! What on earth happened to you? Why all this blood… did you murder someone? Goodness me… I should have known better than send someone who was in a mafia…”

“What are you saying? Who’s in the mafia?”

“Who did you murder? Whose blood is that?”

“The blood … is not mine-,”

“I knew it! You killed someone…”

“I didn’t kill anyone,”

Zhi Luan massaged his forehead as he tried to explain,