“Let’s go.” Chen Rong picked up her pace.
The two maids exchanged looks. The younger one bowed her head, curtsied and said, “Miss, please leave behind the hairpin.”
Chen Rong stared at them, smiled coldly, and merely reiterated: “Let’s go.”
She then flapped her sleeves and turned to go.
The maidservants watched her leaving back. “What should we do?” the younger one whispered.
The older shook her head and said, “Pretend like we don’t know. We’ll follow her.”
“All right.”
Twilight was approaching by this time.