Cheng Jiatong sneered, "What's the rush? It's just knowing the bailiff in the Office, not the magistrate; what's there to be afraid of? Just a officer with a title, those riffraff fear him, but I don't care."
"But, but the Eldest Young Master said, this new Lord Qi is not easy to deal with, and his officers may not give the Cheng Family face..."
Before finishing the words, Cheng Jiatong shot her a fierce glare.
However, the maid's words brought a trace of concern to Cheng Jiatong.
But she quickly disregarded it, "That lowlife may know people in the Office, but don't I have connections too? Just as well, my uncle's guards are in the residence, even Lord Qi has to show my uncle some respect. Would a small officer dare to cause trouble for me over a country woman? Would he have the guts?"
After speaking, she asked the maid, "Does the wound on my face still look serious?"
The maid nodded, "It still looks red, with a palm print." Shu Yu's strength was not light at all.
