Because Miss Jun chased away many of the servants, nighttime here was much more desolate. And on top of that, the decision was made so hastily to come here that the tidiness of the residence was not perfect.
Fang Jinxiu climbed through the dog hole and lay low in the weeds without immediately standing up. She listened vigilantly for sounds of movement.
Like all rich households, the guards at the Fang Family residences were very strict.
But she listened carefully for a while and did not hear the footsteps of the patrol. Instead, she heard faint laughter.
Fang Jinxiu was not unfamiliar with this kind of laughter.
As a daughter raised like a son, she had personally made rounds at night, and she had stumbled directly where those people were.
Some people would shirk their work in the dead of the night to drink and chat.
At this time, those people would make these kinds of choices.
Much too outrageous!
