"What is it?" Fu Yurou asked curiously.
This was no ordinary social call; it was a trap. There was clearly more to this visit—a favor they expected in return, a debt to be repaid.
Chang Zhenyan hesitated, stammering, "It’s... it’s nothing much."
"If you don’t tell us, how are we supposed to know if your mother’s request is the same thing when she brings it up later? What if we accidentally agree to something? Shouldn't you give us a heads-up so we can prepare ourselves?"
Chapter 297