A cold glint flashed in Zhao Tiezhu’s eyes as he stared at the tightly shut gate. He raised a foot, ready to kick it open, but then held back. Instead, he stomped hard on the ground, his body vaulting over the two-meter-high gate and landing inside the courtyard.
He immediately saw the door to the room standing wide open, with Han Xiuying clutching the threshold with both hands. Behind her, a man had his right hand clamped over her nose and mouth, his left hand struggling to pry her fingers loose.
Zhao Tiezhu’s eyes narrowed instantly. He pulled out his phone, began recording a video, and hurried forward.
Chapter 334