Ming Hua was about to demand just that when he realized that it was much later than he'd thought, though still early, and he was half naked, and standing right in front of an open window. But he damn well should be able to. It was his own window. And no one should be peeking in; not muckraking tabloid idiots or his sister's lady's maid.
"What are you doing. Outside my window." The questions were carefully controlled; he'd probably catch hell from Ning if he upset Jiao, though she hardly seemed as if she was able to be upset. She had a very slithery way about her, and it annoyed Ming Hua that sometimes when he turned around, he thought he saw her.