"Are you thinking of hitting my maid? Aren't you too quick to lose your temper, Little Sister?"

A small, cold hand caught hold of Lin Mengwu's wrist at that moment.

Baizhi was totally unafraid of the Second Miss, who used to abuse her. Her teary eyes were a thing of the past. Now, she was able to look straight into Lin Mengwu's eyes with calm and composure. There was neither an attitude of inferiority nor superiority. She merely bowed as she offered Lin Mengwu an ...