He repeated himself, looking like he'd seen a ghost. "What 'Mrs.'?!"
"What the hell 'Mrs.'? 'Mrs.' my ass!"
He swore a couple more times, an expression of disbelief on his face. "Could it be... again?"
As the possibility dawned on him, Wu Sheng's eyes darkened, and he gritted his teeth.
"How did *she* find out?!"
He slammed his fist against the wall, took a deep breath, and a wry, helpless expression appeared on his face.
"Su Li, open the door." He knocked.
"Open up. We need to clear this up. We need to clear up what's going on with that... that bullshit 'Mrs.'"
Su Li, who had just entered the room and was leaning weakly against the door in distress, heard him and was speechless. "..."
'Bullshit 'Mrs.'?'
'What on earth is Wu Sheng talking about?'
"Open the door, Su Li! I want some sesame paste! You scared me to death. I need some hot sesame paste to calm my nerves."
Wu Sheng knocked again.
Su Li: "..."
'What is he up to now?'
