The pair of maids exchanged glances. The younger one frowned and admonished her: “Miss, stop causing trouble!” Impatience was already detected from her voice.
The older one also iced up as she tiredly asked, “Where do you think we are? Why would you need the zither?”
Chen Rong slowly turned around, staring at the two of them.
They gave a start and involuntarily faltered back.