Everyone looked up and noticed a row of horse-drawn carts carrying boards were coming their way.
"Excuse us, folks, we just got some new furniture for the residence and need to get them inside," a manager said loudly. After that, he went to the back of the cart and spoke to two men, "Young Master He, Third Young Master He, sorry for the inconvenience, we took up a bit of your time."
"It's not a problem." A warm voice said, silencing the argument of those around.
"Big brother, doesn't that voice sound like that bastard He Dingyi?" A dark-skinned young girl asked, looking puzzled.
"Really?" The man who was about to beat Ma Zhicai hesitantly replied.
"I heard that manager-like person calling him Young Master He. Since when did that scoundrel He Dingyi become a young master? Mark my words, it would be a miracle if they even survived after leaving our family," An old woman in a shabby indigo dress scornfully dismissed the young girl's suggestion.