"Who are you people? What are you doing crowded around here?"
Su Chen had just stepped out the door when he heard a questioning voice from the side. Following the sound, he saw a woman in her forties holding a bowl, looking at them with a puzzled expression.
"We're..." Su Chen didn't get to finish before Su Zhuyun, who was right behind him, cut him off.
"Oh, Furong, you're here! This is my son and his friends!" He then turned to Su Chen and explained, "This is your Auntie Furong, the owner of this guesthouse."
Hearing this, Du Furong glanced at Su Chen and the people with him, her eyes lingering on the burly men in suits. She could tell they were bodyguards.
'What kind of ordinary person travels with bodyguards?'
She never would have thought that the couple, Chen Shufen and her husband, whom she had assumed were just a well-off, middle-class family, would have such an impressive background.
