Mo Qiansu's gaze was unfocused, as if she were a puppet, sitting on the sofa, letting Rong Ma fuss over her.
Rong Ma was so anxious that she didn't know what to do, and in the end, she could only say, "Miss, if you're feeling unwell, you should go upstairs to rest."
...
Afternoon.
Outside the Mo Family courtyard, several black cars suddenly pulled up. A few men dressed in black suits got out of the cars uninvited.
"Who are you?!" Rong Ma, upon seeing the newcomers in the courtyard, immediately became vigilant.
"Is Miss Mo at home?" The man leading the group asked politely.
"What do you want with Miss Mo?"
"Our family's old master would like to meet Miss Mo."
"And who may your old master be?"
"That's none of your business!"
Rong Ma felt that the visitors were up to no good, and she promptly refused on Mo Qiansu's behalf, "My Miss is feeling unwell today. Please leave."
