Lin Lin returned to Wang Huaiyuan's residence just after one o'clock in the morning.
In the open master bedroom, one could see Wang Huaiyuan's wife sleeping soundly under the covers, the pitch-black room seemed like a monstrous beast that swallowed all noise, leaving no trace. He pushed open the storage room door, and tied firmly to the large table, or workbench, was Wang Ye, who was both shocked and scared, crying a river of tears.
At this moment, Wang Ye was terrified out of his wits. From childhood, he had always engaged in some "extra-curricular" activities with his father. If he was in a good mood, he would trap a dog to celebrate, and if he was in a bad mood, he would also trap a dog to vent. Oh, it wasn't just dogs, but cats as well. In any case, they always had a great time with whatever it was.
But everything that happened tonight had completely overturned his understanding of things.