"You… you're alright?"
Hearing the noise, Zhang Dasheng's wife and concubines successively ran out from the courtyard.
Previously, when Zhang Dasheng followed Nolan Qi and the other seven people as they left, they restlessly paced in the yard, waiting for Zhang Dasheng's return.
"Why did you all come out?"
Zhang Dasheng responded irritably to a question not asked, a typical example of the kick-the-cat effect.
"I… I and sister were worried about you."
The second wife, usually doted on more by Zhang Dasheng, wasn't scared when he got angry. Instead, she asked curiously, "Dasheng, what exactly happened? Weren't you guys happily drinking earlier? How come you fell out in such a short time?"
"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. All of you, get inside!"
Zhang Dasheng sharply scolded and then strode into the door, quickly climbing to the third floor of the small building, where he looked down high above at Miao's house.
"Dasheng, it's pitch black, what are you staring at?"