The next day, before dawn, Zhang Fan was jolted awake by a commotion.
He hadn't been sleeping well lately, barely getting any rest at all. The time he could stay asleep was shrinking, so thank god for the sleeping pills Zhang Lingzong left behind—they at least got him three or four hours.
"What the hell…so early in the morning…what's going on?"
Zhang Fan stumbled downstairs, still groggy, and as soon as he reached the entrance to the community, he saw a crowd gathered at the alley nearby.
"What happened, Auntie?"
"Hey, kid, watch it—who you calling Auntie? I'm only fifty-eight. Who are you calling old?"
"..."
"There was thunder last night, blew up the alley… Looks like it buried two people…"
"My god, those two were people!?"
"Twisted up like pretzels…"
In just a moment, all the uncles and aunties in the area crowded around, gossip flying. In an instant, those two were utterly ruined in reputation.
