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"Left, really left? When did he leave? When?!"
In another courtyard, Ding Rong heard that Lin Nian had already left, and she nearly collapsed.
Lin Nian had actually left without even saying goodbye to her, following his wretched daughter back to the wastelands?
"Wretch, wretch!"
She cursed while sweeping everything from the table to the floor.
"Miss!"
The maid, startled by her actions, hurried over to stomp out a flame on the rug that was about to be lit by the oil lamp, then exhaled softly.
"Miss, please calm down, this carpet was handmade by the lady of the manor herself, if it were ruined, we wouldn't be able to explain it to her."
Luckily, it was only slightly burned, and she had acted just in time.
And this was just a small corner; she thought to place a pot of flowers here later, then no one would notice.
"What carpet, you are also a wretch!"
Ding Rong was about to explode with anger, not caring about the carpet at all, and kicked the maid.
"Ah!"
