"Thump, thump, thump!"
The stick banging on the door echoed thunderously, startling everyone in the courtyard badly.
They hurried to open the door: "Who is it—!!!"
The curse words they had ready were scared back by the swinging stick. They quickly dodged to the side, almost getting hit.
Before he could speak, Mu Ying slapped the stick against the door: "Uncle, where is our gold bar?"
Zhou Lihui patted his chest, frightened: "You child, banging on the door with a stick early in the morning? You nearly hit someone! What kind of behavior is that for a girl, running around with a stick?"
As he spoke, he tried to take the stick from her, but Mu Ying dodged his hand and slapped the door again, her presence imposing: "Uncle, where is our gold bar?"
Zhou Lihui glanced at the neighbors who had come out to see what the commotion was about, "Gold bar? What gold bar?"
