Silently swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Ma Xin tiptoed back to the courtyard gate.
He didn't stupidly climb over the wall again, but directly lifted the bolt from the inside.
"Young Madam, I only heard Third Young Master and Miss He's voices."
"They, they—"
Ma Xin didn't know whether he should directly repeat what the two had said, so he faltered and stammered.
There wasn't a single fool present. The more Ma Xin started to speak then stopped, his gaze evasive, the more furious Fei Cui and the others became.
"Young Madam—" This was too much, absolutely intolerable!
Fei Cui wished she could roll up her sleeves on the spot.
Lady Ma hesitated no longer. Her face went cold as she said icily, "Let's go!"
Time to go catch them in the act!
A whole group of people stormed into the courtyard in grand formation, not caring in the least about appearances.
