"Lord, you truly know how to enjoy yourself." Han Caicai lazily sat on a cushion, her gaze drifting from Hua Yue and landing on Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge curled her lips, her smile ambiguous: "The same goes for you."
Sensing the mockery in someone's smile, Han Caicai was unfazed. She took a sip from the wine pot and then said to Hua Yue and You He, "You two may leave."
The two women exchanged a suspicious glance but did not move.
Mu Qingge smiled brightly: "Has Young Master Han perhaps forgotten that these two are my maids, not people of your Wanxiang Building?"
"Then you should ask them to leave," said Han Caicai.
Mu Qingge's eyes narrowed dangerously, and she replied with a smile, "Young Master Han is the one who arrived uninvited."
Han Caicai remained unfazed, her eyes lowered as she played with the jewel-encrusted wine pot, lazily saying, "What I am about to say, I'm afraid you wouldn't want a third person to hear."
Mu Qingge's eyes turned cold, and her expression was frosty.
