"Ah! Uncle, what are you saying? What about a wife and a mistress? I can't understand a thing. Please save me, this fat and ugly old man is trying to take advantage of me! Uncle, hurry up and chase him away!" Zhao Ling'er was momentarily stunned, but then a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes as she quickly cried for help.
"Oh, so that's what's happening! It seems I heard wrong, or maybe I took a wrong turn. I clearly remember hearing a girl nearby calling for help, saying that if someone saved her, she'd become their lover—in fact, she'd be a long-term mistress. Seems like I need to change my direction and look elsewhere."
Zhang Xiaohao deliberately paused before continuing, "Hmm, sorry for intruding. My bad, you two carry on. I'll go look somewhere else."
Having said that, Zhang Xiaohao turned around, pretending to leave.
