After hearing what Miao Zhu had said, Ye Yiheng could no longer contain himself and strode out the room door.
Song Guo caught up: "Your Highness, where are you going?"
Miao Zhu, with tears wiped away, propped herself up on her knees to stand and followed them out, looking utterly bewildered.
The three of them passed the front hall and saw Mo Chen Ruo Feng arguing, so they paused.
They saw a dead rat lying at their feet, the cause of the fierce dispute.
Because the weather was truly too hot, there was nobody from the hostel around at this point, and the two argued without any fear.
Mo Chen clapped Ruofeng on the shoulder: "Listen to me, throw this dead rat onto that woman's bed."
Ruofeng brushed off Mo Chen's hand and pushed him back: "If you ask me, tit for tat, put the dead rat on top of the door frame, and it will fall onto that woman's head when the time comes."
Mo Chen huffed: "Are you an idiot? The door frame? Does she need to open the door herself?"
