[ it takes Zhou Zishu a few moments of confusion before he figures out how to make the odd little thing stop chiming. The moment Wen Kexing's voice comes sailing out, though, he instantly understands. It's some form of instant communication, likely between long distances since Wen Kexing is clearly nowhere nearby.

Oh, this could have made things so much easier in the past. ]

Lao Wen, what are you talking about?

[ and then his eyes widen when a very clear, very loud moan comes through. ]

Ah. Brothels, you said.