The voice clearly belonged to a maid from the Hot Spring Mansion, but Bai Ruozhu couldn't quite tell which one it was. Also, she had no idea what had happened, but whatever it might have been, maids should not create such a ruckus. Begging for mercy in such a loud manner only seemed more defiant, as if they wanted the guests outside to hear.
She frowned and, holding Dengdeng, entered the room.
Fang Guizhi's icy gaze melted into a smile when she saw her. "You arrived just in time, Ruozhu," she said. "This maid has stolen pure white mysterite ointment from the manor. You deal with him."
Bai Ruozhu had hoped Guizhi would handle it and show some authority, but now that Guizhi had spoken, Bai Ruozhu could not refuse.
"Miss, I did not steal anything from the manor," the kneeling maid pleaded again. Bai Ruozhu recognized her as Luliu. "I love beauty and couldn't resist putting some on my face, but I did not take anything outside the manor. Please understand, miss!"
