Sun Wukong tossed the little porcelain bottle up and down, weighing it in his hand as his eyes darted about. "Bajie, I'll need your help with this."
"Don't you worry, Brother Monkey." Zhu Bajie immediately thumped his chest in assurance. "Whatever else you might say about Old Pig, I'll make sure this works!"
Sun Wukong slipped the medicine bottle into his sleeve and went out to greet them.
The moment he crossed the threshold, the Great Sage raised his voice in teasing greeting. "Well, well, if it isn't you lovebirds again!"
Yang Chan's cheeks reddened slightly, and she turned her face away.
Chen Wei, however, remained perfectly composed. He strode forward and cupped his hands in salute to Sun Wukong. "Great Sage! This humble official has come to trouble you again!"
He said nothing about hiding from Yang Jian, pretending this was merely a casual visit in his spare time.
But what sort of temperament did Sun Wukong have?
He had already made up his mind to set a childbearing scheme for Chen Wei today, come what might. Chen Wei had promised him a disciple back then, yet after all this delay, there wasn't even a shadow of one. Now that the man had delivered himself to his door, how could he let him off so easily?
Sun Wukong did not respond to Chen Wei's greeting.
With his hands behind his back, he circled Chen Wei, taking a step, pausing, leaning close to sniff, then retreating to look him over.
The expressions on his monkey face were a spectacle: one moment he nodded, the next he shook his head, then he smacked his lips with a series of regretful tsks, his brow furrowing ever more deeply.
Zhu Bajie played along.
When the Great Sage shook his head, he sighed; when