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 garage! Dad got hurt!"My heart skipped a beat. My da...Ancestors used theWhere's the real culprit Why don't they come out to meet us""He's probably hiding under the stove," I winked.To avoid leaving any trace, my brother put on gloves before going to open the cabinet under...