Chu Dazhuang sat in a chair on the second floor, silent and not speaking. He had drunk quite a bit during the meal with Liu Yudong, and now the alcohol was starting to affect him. So Chu Dazhuang thought he might as well close his eyes and rest for a while.
But before Chu Dazhuang could close his eyes, he heard Zheng Qingrong's voice coming from the kitchen.
It was not that the soundproofing of the place was poor, but rather that Chu Dazhuang's senses were particularly sharp after being enhanced by Divine Power.
"Throw away our guest's bowls and chopsticks."
This sentence, upon reaching Chu Dazhuang's ears, caused him to momentarily pause.
He opened his eyes and frowned, then the next sentence came through.
"And the stool he sat on as well, clean it well, scrub it clean, or just toss it if it doesn't come clean."
Zheng Qingrong's words, although spoken softly, landed solidly in Chu Dazhuang's ears.
