Sun Weimeng and Old Chen exchanged glances outside the villa.
He suddenly spoke, "Is this some kind of post-meal reckoning? I didn't dare say much at the dinner table! Afraid of saying the wrong thing and making Huo Xingzhou lose face."
Sun Weimeng craned his neck to peer inside but saw nothing.
Nor did he hear any significant noise.
Old Chen, being a bachelor, didn't understand these twisting loves; he scratched his head and said, "I feel that the Young Master wouldn't likely settle scores with Young Madam. After all, she knows how to keep appropriate boundaries and hasn't shown any excessive intimacy with Young Master Zhong."
They can only be incredibly good friends, though it's annoyingly close.
"But Zhong Yi is different!"
