"Why should I tell you!" He Zhilan flared up like a cat that had its tail stepped on, gave He Teng a resentful glare, then turned her back on him, refusing to acknowledge him.
He Teng raised an eyebrow. What on earth had this woman eaten that night?
"Where did I put the hangers I brought from the dorm?" He Teng stopped prying, looked around the room, and asked when he didn't see the hangers.
"Hangers?" He Zhilan got up, thought for a moment, then walked over to a small cabinet, took out the hangers inside, and handed them to He Teng. "How many do you need? What for?"
"What else is a hanger for if not to hang clothes?" He Teng asked with a laugh before replying, "Three will do."
