As Tang Ye was observing the old man, the man slowly and shakily stood up from the sofa and walked towards a nearby cabinet where a teapot was placed. Despite the short distance of less than five or six meters, every step he took seemed incredibly heavy for the old man.
However, the fact that he dared to move around during the restricted hours showed that this old man was no ordinary person.
"Everything written in the regulations must be fake…" Tang Ye thought to himself, but soon he was confused again. He seemed to have thought of something, but then that feeling came back.
"Is this world normal?"
Out of nowhere, he recalled the content of the nineteenth regulation, shook his head, and knew that insisting on it would only waste his time, so he decisively gave up.
Arriving at the door of the house, he knocked and intentionally asked aloud, "Hello? Is anyone there?"
