Mu Mian had slept soundly through the night, and Gong Heng had been a gentle companion in her dreams, showing her utmost tenderness.
She even drooled in her sleep, it seemed...
In the morning, she was awakened by a burst of frantic knocking on her door.
"Mianmian, Mianmian, open the door quickly."
Mu Mian climbed out of bed, puzzled. The voice outside sounded somewhat familiar, but she could make out the hoarseness of old age, indicating it was likely an elderly person.
Who was it, looking for her so early in the morning?
When she opened the door, standing outside were Qin Pei, supporting the old Master Qin—grandfather and grandson. From downstairs came the sounds of clashing and men grunting fiercely; it seemed like a fight was taking place?
Mu Mian was startled.
"What's happening?"
Qin Pei said, "We're here to see you. Some people downstairs tried to stop us, so a fight broke out."
"Uh... what do you want with me?"
