Zhong Xianggui heard Ye Shuzhi say that those two guards were staying in this courtyard, and this shabby house had such low windows that a little force could break them or allow someone to look inside; even the wooden door could be dismantled easily.
His fiancée was here, and the first thought that would come to any man's mind was the possibility of being cuckolded.
"What? They are staying here, in a house of young ladies, with strangers living here as well? How could this be acceptable?"
The agitated words of Zhong Xianggui made the two working guards stop their actions and stare at him.
"Zhong Xianggui, what are you thinking about? Why such filthy thoughts? They are here to guard the timber, not to idle about."
By this point, if Ye Shuzhi did not understand her fiancé's thoughts, she would indeed be a fool.
"What do you mean my thoughts are filthy? You and your sister are young ladies at home, and there are two strange men here. How can I be at ease?"