Shen Mingzhu wandered around the corridor like a headless fly for a long while, but she couldn't find the way downstairs; she turned back to look for Zhong Qing but couldn't even find her room.
Just as she hesitated about whether to knock on a random room and ask for directions, the door to the lounge behind her suddenly opened.
She turned her head, and, lo and behold, what small world.
Wu Mei, looking surprised, gave Shen Mingzhu a once-over and immediately began to interrogate her, "What are you doing here?"
Shen Mingzhu sneered, "If you can be here, why can't I? Is this your house?"
The old woman Wu Mei was arm-in-arm with glared at Shen Mingzhu displeasedly, "What's with that attitude?"
"Whatever your attitude is, that's what mine is."
"Whose relative are you?"
"I'm from every direction."