Live for money, die for it

, this wasn't a dream, it was the continuation of that night two years ago.The phone on the bedside table rang, and I hurriedly swiped to answer it. It was my brother's voice: "Xiao Qiao, open the gar...one answered my words.The longer this quiet atmosphere persisted, the more I felt a creeping sense of unease.From upstairs came the sound of footsteps on a wooden floor, as if someone was walking towa...