Chen Chang'an had no idea about the complex thoughts running in Yang Changdao's flirtatious mind.
He simply shook his head, grinned slightly, and said,
"It's nothing, Elder Yang, I was just thinking."
"The monthly salaries are about to be distributed, and it's time for the young ladies of the Hundred Flower Sect pavilion to be pampered again."
"Am I right, Elder?"
"Ah... Yes, yes."
Yang Changdao was a little slow at first to catch what Chen Chang'an was implying, and nodded absentmindedly as he said,
"My nephew is indeed outstanding, his thoughts are indeed different from us old folks...huh?"
Wait a minute!
Before he could finish his thought, Yang Changdao suddenly realized that what Chen Chang'an had just said was exactly what he had been thinking about recently. Had his affair with Qinghe been discovered by Saint Chen?
Impossible.
This matter had only just begun to hint at ambiguity and was far from being settled.