"Looking down on someone, are you? Take it off quickly!"
Wu Hongqiu was very dissatisfied and chased after Luo Qianqian with hands and feet flailing.
The two young beauties chased and frolicked until they almost tore down the loft.
In the blink of an eye, two or three hours had passed, and it was noon.
Finally, they quieted down and sat at the table to enjoy a rich lunch.
During the meal, Wu Hongqiu brought up the previous night's wine party and asked, "Have you heard of that Fang Maofu?"
Luo Qianqian shook her head, "I've never heard of him. Are there any small noble families with the surname Fang?"
Wu Hongqiu replied, "In Qinghe County, there are eight small noble families: Wu, Dong, Ruan, Peng, Xue, Feng, Pei, and Shen, but none with the surname Fang."
Luo Qianqian sneered, "That settles it, then. The person who released this information must be either Fang Maofu himself or an enemy of his."
