Just when Song Tian was at his wit's end, the voice of Zhang Wanhua came from outside the door.
"Yang, what brings you here?"
"I just got off work, came to see my wife."
"Oh, Mei isn't feeling well. I mixed up some medicine for her and gave her a few injections, and now she's fast asleep. Let her rest a while longer, it'll work better that way."
Zhang Wanhua spoke as she opened the door, with Zhang Wanhua coming in first, followed by a man in leather shoes stepping in.
Song Tian's scalp tingled with fear, the two young men shrank into a ball even more terrified, while Mei Hua lay spread-eagled and disheveled on the couch.
With just a peek, that man could see the sorry, disordered state of the four of them on the couch.
In that moment, Zhang Wanhua stretched out her hand to block him, laughing as she said, "Yang, I won't ask you in, there are other women here, and when giving injections, they aren't really dressed!"