Stunned, Fang Ma and He Ma watched, arriving at the same silent conclusion: she was having another episode. Chu Mian hopped further and further away, bouncing between the two maids' rooms. Uneasy, He Ma stayed right behind her. Right under He Ma’s watchful eye, Chu Mian swiftly pocketed Fang Ma’s sleeping pills. “Flying, flying, I’m a little butterfly, I’m a little bee…” Growing tired of hopping,