If that's the case, how skilled are the thieves? They could've slit our throats without us ever knowing! Anyway, who would steal firewood?
"Hurry, hurry. It could be someone from the village—"
"No, Miss," Bai Tai interrupted. "The villagers aren't skilled enough to take away so much firewood."
"But…" Qian Yiyun looked at the straw shed again. There was not a single piece of firewood left.
"Master is back, Miss," Bai Tai said.
"What Master… Oh, she's back?"
Qian Yiyun was stunned for a moment before she realized what Bai Tai meant—her sister-in-law was back!
She was the one who took all the firewood. Bai Tai did not react to her taking the firewood because she knew her.
"Yiyun, you woke up so early?"
Just then, she heard a familiar voice coming from the treehouse. It was An Jiuyue's voice.
She watched as An Jiuyue slowly descended the stairs with Yan Nuo behind her.
