"Let's install surveillance at our yard gate," Xia Lu suddenly proposed at the breakfast table the next morning. "Otherwise, next time someone comes and damages property, we will have no evidence and won't know who to hold accountable."
She thought that since that person had come last night, there was a possibility that they might come again. When dawn broke, she had already checked—there wasn't much in the mailbox, but that person wouldn't have come to their doorstep in the middle of the night without a reason.
Zhou Mingchen moved his right hand, feeling a bit less pain than the day before yesterday, though it hadn't completely vanished.
"Is it necessary?" The objective had already been achieved, and he didn't think that the person would risk coming again.
