"Oh?"
"Nearly a hundred maids?"
Mr. Liu's brow lifted slightly, clearly somewhat surprised.
"Interesting..."
"Where did they come from?"
"Were they sent by Rongguo Mansion?"
Meng Da immediately shook his head, his tone and expression both carrying traces of confusion.
"Their origins are still unclear."
"But they probably weren't from Rongguo Mansion."
"Our spies clearly reported that when they left Jia Residence, they only brought along Zijuan and Xueyan, their two personal maids."
"Later, the old madam of Jia Residence even considered sending several maids and servant women over. Our people had infiltrated that group, but Lin Daiyu refused them all."
"The strange thing is—"
"As for those newly appeared maids in Lin Manor, we have no idea where they came from. None of us has ever seen them leave the manor either. Their origins are exceedingly mysterious!"
Upon hearing this, Mr. Liu's brows furrowed slightly for the first time. He fell silent and did not speak for a long while.
"..."
"..."
Just like that, the private room fell quiet for a time. Only the rustling bamboo leaves outside the window and the faint clamor of other diners from downstairs and next door could be heard.
Meng Da did not dare disturb him. He simply sat quietly to one side, patiently awaiting Mr. Liu's decision.
"Humph!"
After a long while, Mr. Liu finally raised his head with a cold sneer. A terrifying killing intent flickered in his deep eyes.
He suddenly asked:
"Speak!"
"How are the preparations going?"
Meng Da was startled, then turned serious as he cautiously asked:
"Mr. Liu, you mean..."
"Who do you intend to make a move against first?"
Crack—!
Mr. Liu sneered and crushed the wine cup in his hand. For the first time, that refined and gentle face revealed its savage true colors.