The steward was taken aback, his heart growing increasingly cold.
Qin Muqing had never seen her mother so out of sorts, looking pale and helplessly at her:
"Mother... what's wrong? Is something wrong with what was said?"
Qin Lou seemed not to hear her daughter's words, stiffly clutching a handkerchief, her face cold.
She wiped away the tea leaves little by little, appearing to calm down, but the rage in her eyes was terrifyingly sinister.
"Understood, you may leave now."
The steward's eyes flickered, harboring unknown thoughts, as he complied and retreated.
As soon as he left the room, Qin Lou rose with a cold face and abruptly flipped the table over.
No one could understand her current mood, an inexplicable feeling of being deceived drove her almost mad.
She was like a frenzied mother beast, her eyes red, her expression contorted, showing none of the calm wisdom she had when teaching Qin Muqing.
