"Could it be that rascal Huahua, sneaking back to play ghost and scare me?"
That was the first thought that crossed Tang Xiaowan's mind.
So, she feigned nonchalance as she opened the door, only to see a servant holding a porcelain stew pot walking toward her, the girl's steps light and nimble. Although her complexion was dark, her face radiated naive honesty.
"Lady Tang, your..."
"Take it away, I'm not hungry."
Tang Xiaowan purposely raised her voice very high to ensure it could be heard from far away.
The maid appeared somewhat surprised, mistaking it as an intrusion at a bad time or perhaps she had done something wrong. Suddenly, she became anxious, and even the tray in her hands began to tremble.
When leaving the Leng Family's old mansion, Madam Leng had emphasized repeatedly to them to be extremely cautious.
