Grandma Fang scowled and shooed everyone away.
With no sound coming through, she too grew suspicious and leaned in to listen. On Qianqian's side, even if Pei Qin was careless, she should understand a bit. Dalang had been taught, after all. How could the two of them not know how!?
Liuming, with his sharp ears and eyes, heard people outside. Once everyone had left, he reached to unfasten the buttons of the person in his arms.
After a long while, Grandma Fang, still worried, got up during the night to listen again but still heard nothing. Puzzled, she returned to her room and muttered to Old Scholar Fang, "Could it be that Dalang... has some sort of problem?"
"What nonsense are you talking! Dalang isn't a green boy anymore. How much noise do you expect him to make? Just go to sleep!" Old Scholar Fang glanced at her.
