"Chen Fan!" Dong Xiaoran called out.
Chen Fan, who was holding a cup of water, stopped and turned around, saying politely, "Madam Shen, you're looking quite well today."
With a blush on her cheeks, Dong Xiaoran's heart raced as she remembered Shen Ronghua's vigorous performance the night before. It had been many years since she had felt this satisfied, ever since they had had Shen Lingdie.
She gave Chen Fan a reproachful look and said, "You have the nerve to say that, as if it wasn't because of whatever you gave Shen Ronghua to drink yesterday. How else could he have been so impressive last night?"
Chen Fan looked utterly confused, "Uh... Madam Shen, what are you talking about? I'm a bit lost here."
Dong Xiaoran rolled her eyes at Chen Fan, "Chen Fan, they treat you like Master Chen and show you all sorts of reverence, but I don't see you as an outsider. Stop playing dumb with me. What exactly did you give Shen Ronghua last night? Is there any left?"
