Chen Feng followed Zhang Yan to her home.
In terms of living conditions, Zhang Yan's home was much better than Wang Qian's.
After all, Zhang Yan and her husband didn't have children; two people working together were certainly stronger than Wang Qian striving on her own.
"Do you want some water? I'll pour you a glass,"
Zhang Yan said.
"I'm not thirsty."
"I'm very thirsty." Zhang Yan said, her eyes fixed intently on Chen Feng.
Chen Feng turned away, choosing not to respond.
Zhang Yan said, "Old Li won't be coming home tonight."
Chen Feng felt startled; the way she said it was somewhat awkward no matter how he listened.
An affair?
It didn't count as an affair since her husband had excitedly given his wholehearted approval with both hands raised.
"Do you like women in short skirts or in stockings?"
Zhang Yan suddenly asked.
"They're both fine, I guess," Chen Feng answered.
"Then stockings it is,"
Zhang Yan said.