Fu Shilv stopped in his tracks and looked over.
The woman was animatedly talking about how she hadn't slept all night but still seemed full of energy.
"I can't help but wonder what kind of job she does."
"You shouldn't spread rumors like that; our neighborhood is quite upscale."
The woman waved her fingers delicately, "But some are not classy at all, think about it, 2 to 3 a.m., different men, how can you explain that…"
Starting a dirty joke was just that easy.
As the saying goes, spreading rumors is as easy as opening your mouth, but refuting them takes a lot more effort.
Just as the woman was getting carried away, she looked up and saw Fu Shilv, whose gaze could almost kill.
She abruptly stopped talking, put her leg down, and scurried off.
"Hey, why run off when you were in the middle of talking…"
Another person called out to her retreating figure.
When Fu Shilv returned upstairs, Sheng Youxia had already woken up.