Her sharp sixth sense made her feel that something was amiss. She rolled out of bed and, with vigilance, looked around. "Hark, who is the scoundrel plotting against me? Take them away and bestow upon them a measure of silk!"
...
While Zhang Beixing and Chen Fenghua were chatting about family matters, someone else joined them.
"Uh... Brother Chen, please excuse the interruption. I see you and this gentleman are having a good time talking. Could he be...?"
The man who had previously inquired about Zhang Beixing hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, looked at Chen Fenghua, and asked the question that everyone else present was also curious about.
