"Hinting at what?"
Su Yanyun looked up with a feigned innocent expression. "I'm just calling it like I see it. What I said is the truth."
"Well, let's just go back tonight then," Jiang Xinghai said, playing hard to get.
Su Yanyun felt a pang of reluctance. How could she let such a perfect opportunity slip away?
"Oh, I just remembered we have a third bed. My two younger brothers used to live in the east wing. I just don't know if it's still habitable after all this time." Su Yanyun pointed to a structure on the east side of the main house, which was indeed in a dilapidated state.
"I'm very adaptable. It'll be fine," Jiang Xinghai said as he stood and walked out, ready to tidy the place up.
Suddenly, he heard faint, indistinct cries coming from the neighboring house.
Jiang Xinghai thought he'd misheard, but when he listened carefully...
There it was.
It sounded like... those kinds of noises.
'It's only five in the afternoon. Can't they hold back?'
