"What are you doing here?" Qing Li raised her eyes, the coldness in them devoid of any warmth.
I have a terrible premonition that Chen Ahmao's forehead could be pierced by red spider silk at any moment, and I might not be able to save him in time.
Feeling a cold sweat for the reckless Ahmao, I said to Chen Ahmao, "You should go back quickly, don't cause trouble."
"But... that woman is slandering..." Chen Ahmao is a good kid, fiercely protective of his own people, angrily glaring at Liu Hongluan.
Liu Hongluan shrank her neck, hiding behind Qing Li, pretending and saying, "I meant well, the Young Master's Wife's reaction is too exaggerated."
I gave Chen Ahmao a warning look, and he dared not defy me, leaving angrily.
Once Chen Ahmao left, Qing Li took out a handkerchief and wiped the bean green juice stained on her finger pad, "What did you just call yourself? A cheap servant?"
