The night was still, and the people of Lihua Village were deep in their dreams. A figure slipped quietly into the village, heading straight for Su Qing's courtyard.
The intruder was none other than Liang Fushan.
Liang Fushan crept up to the outside of Su Qing's courtyard and stared at the earthen wall. At two meters high, it was taller than those of the other houses. Su Qing had specifically requested this from Zhao Youcai when the wall was built. Considering she was a young woman living alone, with the unfriendly Old Su Family right next door, Zhao Youcai had agreed and had the walls around her courtyard built to a height of two meters.
Climbing a two-meter-high earthen wall was no difficult task for Liang Fushan. Soon, he had silently scaled the wall and dropped into Su Qing's courtyard.
However, the moment Liang Fushan's feet touched the ground, Su Qing knew.
