The corridor at the back was silent, and no one spoke for a long time. Only the little girl muttered innocently to her mother, "Mother, that young master just now was really good-looking. He was even better-looking than the deity in the painting!"
Gu Yanfei stood rooted to the ground and quietly watched Young Master Xia's retreating back. She seemed to be watching him leave, but she was actually observing her surroundings without revealing anything.
The flowers and plants nearby had been trampled. Two or three people were hiding in the canopy of the sycamore trees to the northeast, and there were also people in the shadows on the eaves and walls over there…
Gu Yanfei sighed silently. Just as she exhaled a wisp of white air, it was mercilessly blown away by the cold wind.
If she was alone today, she had an 80% chance of saving her life. However, with Juan Bi, Granny Pang, and more than a hundred people in this manor, she was not even 10% confident.
