Panpan dug her nails into her palm, aware she couldn't do as she wished. He was the eldest son of Master Magistrate, and she was just a little village girl, a maid. She had to be cunning, to use someone else's hand to achieve her goal.
Now, an excellent opportunity laid before her. Panpan sneered, Maternal Aunt Lin, don't blame me; It's your own dishonest heart that's to blame.
It was thought that there would be no more customers that morning, but unexpectedly, just before lunchtime, Rice Flower Fragrance welcomed a small group of customers who had heard the news and come. Though they only bought some moderately-priced pastries, the sheer number of people almost had Meng Liangdong's hands glued to the abacus again.
Liuzi, having worked at Fuman Building, hurriedly ran to Lin Yuan after the customers left, pointed to the two young girls who had just left, and whispered with a laugh, "Boss, did you see those two maids clearly?"
Lin Yuan nodded.
