A few steps behind Li Meirong, Xiao An Fei leaned forward to perceive Her Ladyship's reaction to Bao Li's account.
Her anxiety lessened slightly when she saw the flicker of doubt in Li Meirong's eyes.
At the same time, Li Meirong stood in front of Xiao An Fei, her wary gaze directed at Bao Li, and so didn't notice anything out of the ordinary with her distressed maid.
"You say you saw fox spirits in my garden, but you also said you haven't seen Snowball in a while… that makes this a little difficult to believe," Li Meirong said, lips pursing as she finished speaking.
Bao Li bristled. "Well, I do not think it was Snowball. These fox spirits looked older than him, and I think I know Snowball well enough to recognize him when I see him."
Li Meirong opened and closed her mouth a few times, but no words came out.
Xiao An Fei crept closer while Li Meirong was deep in thought.
"My Lady, may I have permission to speak?"
