"Hello, who are you looking for?" Chen Feng asked politely.
Upon seeing Chen Feng, the middle-aged woman was momentarily stunned, and then her face quickly turned sour. "Who are you? How come you're here?"
Seeing her attitude and tone, Chen Feng's expression naturally soured as well, and he retorted, "What's it to you who I am? You're the one ringing the doorbell, not me, right?"
Hearing Chen Feng's reply, the woman became even angrier, raising her voice she said, "This house is mine, you're in my house. Don't I have the right to ask who you are?"
Chen Feng had already guessed she was the landlady, but her attitude was really something. He was about to make a snide remark, but Lin Wan hurried over and said, "Aunt Wang, I'm sorry. This is my friend; he doesn't know you."
"Your friend? Surely not your boyfriend, right?"
Aunt Wang sized Chen Feng up, looking him over with a critical eye.
