Although he'd been cursed out, when he thought of his own son, Zhou Qiucheng had no choice but to swallow it down.
Amid the cursing, the vermilion gate creaked open, and a little girl in coarse linen clothes, with features like carved jade and porcelain, adorably pretty, poked her head out from inside the gate: "You're the ones knocking in the middle of the night?"
"Little miss, we wish to pay our respects to Young Master Zhang. We've come so late and disturbed you without warning; please forgive the discourtesy." Wang Chong hurriedly bowed at the side.
If he didn't bow, was he supposed to wait for Zhou Qiucheng to go apologize?
Zhang Tuowei opened the gate and said lazily, "Come with me then."
