As they spoke, a clerk's shouts came from inside the inn.
"Mr. Shi, Mr. Wu, where are you? Sorry for the trouble, but please come out for a moment. Mr. Shi, Mr. Wu..."
The sounds of guest room doors opening followed one after another. Apparently, he was checking the rooms one by one.
Before long, the shouts came from beneath them.
Only after the footsteps moved away did Wu Jinliang ask softly, "Bian Weiying? That can't be right. We've never wronged her. Why would she hurt us? Come clean. Did you grope her while I wasn't around? Don't think I didn't see you feeling up Xiang Lan'er all along the way. You really hide your lust well."
He clearly remembered how Shi Chun had run with his arm around Xiang Lan'er. Where that arm had rested was downright indecent. He had wanted to take turns carrying her, but Shi Chun had put a woman before his friend and refused. Worse, Shi Chun would get to pretend to court Xiang Lan'er next. The more he thought about it, the more unfair it seemed. Why couldn't he court her instead? He was so tall and so good-looking.
Shi Chun was baffled. When had he ever groped Xiang Lan'er? What nonsense was this fool spouting?
No, hold on. At a time like this, when they dared not raise their voices even a little, this fool was still thinking about groping women.
If their situation hadn't been so dangerous, if he hadn't feared alerting anyone, he would have planted a hefty kick on the fool.
He said quietly, "Stop talking nonsense. The man beside Bian Weiying has a scar between his thumb and forefinger. It looks like the scar on the hand that ambushed us in the carriage, in exactly the same place. That