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"Damn! Who was that?" Ma Feifei was startled by the sudden voice. He looked around and saw only Yi He and the maid standing by to attend them. There was no one else in the room.

Although the voice was unfamiliar, its teasing tone made it clear that the speaker wasn't an enemy of Ma Feifei's. In fact, they might even have known him quite well.

"Master Scribe, are you looking for something?" Yi He asked when she saw Ma Feifei looking around.

Ma Feifei came back to his senses and smiled, shaking his head. "No, I just like the furnishings in this room, so I was taking a closer look."

As if he knew anything about furnishings. He'd just made up an excuse to brush her off.

Yi He could tell he was being evasive, so she didn't press him. She gave a slight nod and quietly sat across from Ma Feifei, waiting for the servants to bring Wang Han.

Ma Feifei's face remained expressionless, but inside he was on pins and needles, repeatedly trying to figure out where that voice had come from. No matter how hard he thought, he couldn't find the answer he wanted.

The atmosphere grew terribly awkward.

Fortunately, the awkwardness didn't last long. Soon, there was a commotion outside, and two men in black carried in a sack.

"Miss, we've brought him," said an elderly man in a steward's uniform as he followed them in. He spoke softly to Yi He.

Yi He glanced at Ma Feifei and, after receiving his approval, gave an order. "Open it and let Master Papermaker Wang out."

"Yes, miss!" The old man gestured. The two men in black set down the sack and untied it.

"Mmph! Mmph!"

The person inside struggled. The moment the sack was opened, he