A loud "Fuck!" echoed from the study of the Red King Mansion.
The few people with their ears pressed against the door, listening to the commotion inside, broke out in a cold sweat.
Zizi stared blankly at her sisters, connected to her through the Orchid bond, and mouthed, "What is the master... going to do?"
Pingping, bewildered, said uncertainly, "...Fuck?"
Lily tilted her head. "Who?"
Jing Xuemei pressed her lips together, wanting to laugh but unable to. "...Stop fooling around. I'm afraid something's happened."
When Zheng Xiu, his face dark, suddenly threw open the study door, the four women stood outside at a loss, their heads bowed like children who had done something wrong.
"Quickly, help me bathe and change."
Zheng Xiu didn't blame them for eavesdropping. His face was terrifyingly grim, so dark it looked like you could squeeze ink from it.
A sharp whistle pierced the air.
Qing Shisan, who was squatting on the roof trimming his toenails, froze mid-action.
