I Only Sell Murder Houses

This was a large hotel, more than a dozen stories tall.

Jiang Xiaoyu’s parents had hidden him in a room on the third floor.

After all, if they stayed too high up, a fall would be certain death.

But from the third floor, even if he jumped, the worst that would happen was a broken leg.

We met the family of three in the room.

Jiang Xiaoyu himself didn’t seem to realize he was in danger. He was sitting on the bed, playing a game on his phone.

His parents, on the other hand, were already frightened out of their wits.

The deaths of Wu Binbin and the other child had left them traumatized. They knew Ding Ruoning was coming for revenge, so naturally they were terrified.

Zhang Bo introduced us to Jiang Xiaoyu’s father, Jiang Nan, saying that we were also here to protect Jiang Xiaoyu.