When Zheng Qingmei brought everyone back, her husband, Song Yi, was already waiting at home.
Song Yi was in his early fifties and looked older than his wife. Deep vertical lines furrowed his brow, making him seem like a stern man. He was surprised to see his wife had brought two young women home, but he still greeted them courteously and ushered them inside.
Blind Liu walked at the front. His gaze swept over Song Yi's face, then moved away.
The couple showed them the master bedroom where they had heard the sound, as well as the second bedroom where Zheng Xuan had slept the night before.
The two rooms were very close together. Zheng Xuan said the sound he'd heard had actually been quite faint, not nearly as clear as his aunt had claimed. The source was probably near the master bedroom.
There wasn't much to inspect in the rooms, and nothing unusual was visible to the naked eye.
Zheng Qingmei said to Blind Liu, who was looking around, "The home security system is on. If anyone broke in, we'd definitely be alerted."
No outsiders had broken in, and they'd already checked that the sound hadn't come from an electronic device. If this were a police investigation, they'd now start suspecting the two homeowners.
Blind Liu had agreed to come over, but that had been his first thought, too.
However, judging by Song Yi and Zheng Qingmei's faces, Zheng Qingmei was quick-witted and prone to a few disputes, but she wasn't a bad person.
Her husband, Song Yi, was an even rarer sight: a truly upright man. At least, that was what his face suggested.
That didn't mean a good person couldn't do something like this, but the likelihood was clearly much lower. Besides, there would have to be