"I've heard a bit about the situation, but it doesn't matter. If the flower thief really comes, I won't chase after you all for compensation. Just have Chunxiang and Dongxiang come out, and that will be enough," Xia Dabao said and then touched his chin, which was devoid of any beard, as though he expected one to grow there eventually.
"With the young master's words, we can rest assured. I'll go arrange it right now!" the madam joyfully went to do just that.
...
Xia Dabao had been sitting in the room for nearly the length of an incense stick. Chunxiang had already sung several songs for her, but she still didn't seem in any rush to go to bed.
She and Long Aixi had agreed, regardless of whether the flower thief showed up tonight, and no matter whose room he appeared in, they would inform each other before going after him.