Zhang Huan pulled Dumpling aside and asked in a low voice, "I didn't hear what you guys were talking about earlier when your sister was inside the room. Don't take that old lady seriously. If there's something bothering you, tell your sister!"
Dumpling panicked immediately: "It's nothing, really nothing!"
Zhang Huan glared at him: "Are you gonna tell me or not? If you don't, I'll go talk to your big brother!"
"No, no, no!"
"What's going on? Speak!"
"Well… uh… honestly, this is kinda my fault…"
The script he had carefully planned suddenly went off track. Feeling completely at a loss, Dumpling, cornered by Zhang Huan's relentless questioning, hesitantly began delivering his lines.