“But Mr. Shaw glanced at him. "I forgot to ask you. What's the story behind your clothes? An Zhe was at a loss for words. Lu Feng's coat was still draped over his shoulders, and in the coat's pocket were Lu Feng's work notebook and ballpoint pen. Mr. Shaw narrowed his eyes. "Last night, when Poet and I were in the tents, where were you?" he asked. "Did you sleep with him?" "No." An Zhe always felt that Mr. Shaw was interrogating him. He replied in a small voice, "He didn't sleep." Mr. Shaw let out a huff of laughter. "How did you know he didn't sleep? You did sleep with him. How was he? 'Fess up.”