"I didn't drink too much." Zhang Yan's expression was clear, his voice even more so, and much cleaner than before.
Mu Anxiao breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Uncle Chen. "You drank most of this wine."
"Me?" Uncle Chen looked surprised, pointing at himself and chuckling twice. "How could I... drink so much?"
"We did it together," Zhang Yan said earnestly, worried it wouldn't seem believable.
"Is this your grandfather?" Uncle Chen asked, pointing at Zhang Yan.
Mu Anxiao nodded.
"Then..." Uncle Chen said, looking down at the stain on the carpet, "I'll clean it up."
"Clean it," Zhang Yan stated with finality.
Uncle Chen smiled awkwardly, stood up, stepped over the stain, and began to tidy up.
Mu Anxiao glanced at Uncle Chen's retreating back as he cleaned, then yawned. "I'm going to sleep."
"Don't you dare leave." Zhang Yan shot a fierce look at Mu Anxiao.
Mu Anxiao blinked in surprise. "Why? He's cleaning, and you won't let me sleep?"
"Stay. There are other things to arrange later," Zhang Yan said, still looking serious.
Mu Anxiao looked at Zhang Yan's expression, which seemed as if someone owed him eight million, and sighed before staying.
In a short while, Uncle Chen had finished cleaning the carpet. At the same time, Feng Qishi arrived in the yard.
"Who's there?"
Inside the house, Mu Anxiao heard Fan Yan's question. She glanced at Zhang Yan, who was seated on the sofa, and said, "I'll go see."
"If you dare go back to sleep, I'll drag you out of your room later," Zhang Yan said, his words still a bit slurred.
Mu Anxiao rubbed the tip of her nose. She looked at Uncle Chen, who was squatting by the basin rinsing a rag. Without another word, she stood up from behind the dining table and walked to the door. Just as she was about to reach for the doorknob, another voice came from outside: "It's me."
"Who are you?" Fan Yan asked again.
"The one who accidentally damaged the wall earlier," Feng Qishi introduced himself simply.
Mu Anxiao withdrew her hand and mumbled, "Why is that guy Feng Qishi here?" Saying this, she gripped the doorknob and opened the door to go out.
Uncle Chen was startled. He looked up at the dark outside and asked, "Why is Qishi here?" As he spoke, Mu Anxiao outside closed the door.
"What kind of horror movies do you like to watch?" Zhang Yan suddenly asked.
Uncle Chen was taken aback again. He looked up at Zhang Yan and chuckled dryly. "Sir, I have nightmares whenever I watch horror movies. Let's skip it. I'll leave after I've cleaned up."
"Stay here," Zhang Yan decided for him.
Uncle Chen continued to chuckle dryly and politely declined. "Let's not. It's late. I've already dirtied your room, and staying now would be too much trouble for you."
"Don't be so polite. If I tell you to stay, then you stay."
Uncle Chen was surprised by the firm tone of the old man. To avoid upsetting him, he agreed. "Alright, sir. I'll stay."
"That's more like it," Zhang Yan said. He braced himself on his knees and stood up, walking around the coffee table to the television. He squatted down, opened the drawer of the TV cabinet, and began searching for the horror movie discs that Fan Yan and Liu Xian had given him.
"In this day and age, you still use a disc player?" Uncle Chen stood up and asked Zhang Yan.
"I'm used to it," Zhang Yan replied, taking out several disc cases from the drawer and placing them on the table.
Uncle Chen's heart tightened as he looked at the covers of the disc cases on the table.
Outside, Mu Anxiao stood side-by-side with Fan Yan, watching Feng Qishi, who had suddenly appeared. Fan Yan asked, "You're here to pay for the damages, aren't you?"