The remarkably handsome face exuded a cold and severe demeanor.
"Is your mind tilted? When did I ever ask her to fetch something? How could I not know about it myself?"
"..."
The line of servants dared not respond.
Mr. Yu, if you didn't say it, only you'd know.
Miss Ye came down to convey your orders; how could these servants dare to defy her?
The butler was also sweating profusely but dared not speak in defense.
Yu Xiuzhun stood there, his tall figure exuding an enigmatic aura.
Long fingers touched his chest, where Ye Mingmei had just scratched moments ago.
His evil grin suddenly subtly lifted, forming a smile.
Ye Mingmei, you won't be able to run for long.
"Are the documents all ready?" Yu Xiuzhun switched topics, waving his hand to dismiss the unrelated servants.
In the living room, only the assistant who had stayed by Dan Hanxi's side and a butler picking up the broken wine glass remained.
