"Mr. Chu, what are you doing? I'm just going to fetch Wang Fei a towel."

Aunt Jiang turned pale and looked around at all the people who looked at her eagerly. She tried to suppress her confusion and said with a strong laugh.

The ink-covered face, which blocked her retreat, said expressionlessly, "The towel is not urgent. You'd better tell me where your daughter is going first."

Wang Fei sat in his chair and felt his trousers getting wetter and cooler. He followed with his conscience and said, "Yes, no hurry. We'd like to see your daughter, too. How about her?"

Aunt Jiang stroked her hair around her ear and...