The voice appeared abruptly, and Lu Mian slightly squinted her eyes, stopping her steps half a meter away from the flower rack.
She didn't continue forward but turned her head toward the source of the voice.
She saw a middle-aged woman dressed in simple clothes, wearing an apron, hurriedly rushing over with a broom, using her body to block in front of the flower rack, vigilantly protecting the flowers behind her.
Lu Mian was slightly puzzled.
The woman's expression was serious and even a bit fierce as she warned, "These cannot be touched!"
As she spoke with a thick local accent, Lu Mian guessed she must be a local and probably a servant or a nanny of some sort here.
After all, her behavior was markedly different from that of the butler, Uncle Xin, from last night.
Lu Mian nodded and took a step back, "Okay, I won't touch them. I'll just look."
"Looking is okay…" the middle-aged woman muttered, "All these are carefully cultivated varieties, very expensive."
