At this point, he suddenly thought of something, raised his eyebrows, and immediately shouted loudly towards outside the room:
"Rascal, why does taking a bath make you look like you've fallen into a cesspool? Hurry up, the auspicious time is near!"
"Coming, coming!"
A raucous response echoed from the yard as Ma Donghe shuffled in wearing slippers, bare-chested and only a towel wrapped around his waist, steam still rising from his body.
"Old man, why rush me? You've kept me locked in that cave for a week; I was starting to grow mushrooms, didn't I deserve a good scrub?"
Ma Jianguo glared at him:
"No decorum, hurry up and get dressed!"
Fang Cheng sized up Ma Donghe.
He hadn't seen him in a long time, and the guy seemed sleeker now; the muscles that once appeared slightly tubby were now more solid.
His gaze was particularly bright, a faint gleam flashing deep within his pupils.
He chuckled, ignoring his father's scolding, and leaned closer to Fang Cheng, lowering his voice:
