Wang Yufang was scared to death, just about to scream for help, but in the next second, she was knocked out cold.
Muniang walked out from behind her, snorting dismissively, "I thought she amounted to something."
Yu Ze also emerged from the shadows; the pebbles that had been thrown were his doing. Dealing with these incompetent youngsters, he didn't even find it stimulating to lift a finger against them.
"What's next?"
Muniang gestured to her henchmen, instructing, "Strip the Zhang Family servants of their clothes, put them on, and continue riding this carriage to make the delivery!"
The young servant was puzzled, "Deliver who?" Hadn't they just rescued someone? Why were they sending them off again?
Muniang curled her lip, "Wang Yufang."
At the back door of the Zhang Family, the carriage stopped, and they were immediately met with a sedan chair, its top covered, to avoid drawing attention. They were worried that someone might see the face on the way.
