Wu Lihong looked at the maidservant in front of him, thinking that the sort of master determines the sort of servant. Look at this girl's arrogance; she's just like her master.
Even though he was angry inside, he knew the girl wasn't lying. Without Wufu's approval, it might indeed be difficult to see Madam Zhou. After all, Madam Zhou's nature is like a Cymbidium Flower, relying on others without having her own opinions.
So with Madam Zhou not yet home, the only one she could rely on was her daughter, and that daughter was not a Cymbidium Flower, but rather someone very troublesome.
Wu Lihong felt an unprecedented sense of frustration; everyone else had mothers bringing up daughters, with everything determined by the mother, but here, it was just the opposite!
