Finally, when the footsteps of those people completely disappeared from the house, Shui Lian dared to quietly open the door a crack.
The room was pitch black. Although the power had been cut off, the street lights outside seemed to be on a separate circuit and were still on. Therefore, the light from the street lights shining through the glass windows could still dimly illuminate the furnishings in the house.
The house was littered with footprints, and the valuable carpet was made messy and dirty by the muddy footprints. The door was ajar, and the wind blew in from outside, knocking down many vases.
At this time, several brave maids poked their heads out from the servants' corridor on the first floor and asked cautiously: "Sister Shuilian, what happened?"
Shui Lian covered her chest and took a deep breath, then turned around and said, "It's nothing, she's just the lady's friend, don't ask about things that are not your business. Come out tomorrow morning."
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