"Alright, Uncle Fang, I'll be honest with you then."
"You don't have to be honest, if you can fool me and your Aunt Pan, that's your skill."
Jiang Chen smiled wryly.
"Actually, Fang Qing lied because she didn't want you to worry."
"If you don't tell us, we'll just worry more."
Pan Hui said, "Your Uncle Fang and I are pretty old now; there's nothing we can't handle. Jiang Chen, go ahead and speak frankly. What's the deal with the door and the paint? What happened last night?"
Jiang Chen nodded.
"Last night, Fang Qing and I went to see Fu Zili, then we went to Tie Jun's place to have some drinks. By the time we got back, it was around midnight; when we went upstairs, there was a strong smell of paint. Walking to the door, we discovered... the door had been splashed with paint."
"How could this be..."
Pan Hui was incredulous, unable to accept it.
Such paint-splashing incidents are often seen in movies and the news, but how could it happen to their family?
