A basin of cold water was poured over Zhao Heng as soon as he finished speaking.
It was Madam Jiang, who never woke up early. She had come out with a bucket of swill and splashed it all over Zhao Heng.
Zhao Heng instantly became smelly, cold, and dirty. He pinched his nose in disgust and looked at the sickly Madam Jiang in disbelief.
Madam Jiang snorted. "What are you looking at? Didn't you hear Ah Wan tell you to get lost? What scholar? You don't even understand human language!"
Zhao Heng was really angry after being ridiculed by Yu Wan and being mocked by Madam Jiang. However, he is unable to reason with an unreasonable person. What could he do? He could only leave in embarrassment.
"Mom." Yu Wan took the heavy bucket of swill from Madam Jiang and asked in confusion, "Did I really enter a brothel?"
