Nobody expected the situation to develop in this direction.
A phone call was made, and soon after, a car arrived.
The personnel, all in uniform, were exclusive to this unit.
The arrivals had serious expressions, and in almost the blink of an eye, they had surrounded the yard.
Wei Qingmei stood in the yard with an unsightly expression, holding a nylon bag filled with apples.
She set the apples down on the bluestone pavement of the yard.
Glancing at Old Mr. Ji and Ji Xinyi, who stood there without uttering a word, Wei Qingmei anxiously explained, "This must be a misunderstanding. Everyone knows, ... my master no longer recognizes me, and even if I entered the yard, how could I have possibly gotten into the study?
This matter has absolutely nothing to do with me; there must be a misunderstanding. Besides, I didn't even know what you all were doing here before I came, and how could I possibly obtain such a thing? It's simply unrealistic."