Mrs. Luo saw that Muniang had only taken the deeds of Mei Garden, and her heart, which had been in her throat, suddenly dropped by half. After all, a theater was but a trifle, not a loss to be too heartbroken over if gone, and having the rest still in her possession was quite fortunate.
But Mrs. Luo had obviously thought too highly of Muniang's mercy. Muniang hooked her lips in a smirk, and with a light flick of her hand, all of the deeds scattered to the floor.
"Whoever wants these things, just take them. They are, after all, things I have no use for; it makes no difference to me if they are lost."
No sooner had Muniang's voice fallen than the eyes of the burly men kneeling on the ground shone with avarice, lunging for the papers like madmen.
