The stewardess-mamma hurriedly ran over. By now she already knew this one was not someone easy to provoke. Although she hadn't said a single word from beginning to end, nor gone to complain, the entire State Duke Zhao's manor had been left waiting for an hour and a half for nothing, and the masters still hadn't said a word. From that alone she knew that later, even if she didn't die, she'd have to shed a layer of skin. At this moment, how would she dare provoke her?
Seeing her demand her own clothes and shoes and socks back—demanding them right in front of the Sixth Young Master no less—she knew she was finished.
She was used to her legs going soft and wanting to kneel, but when she saw Zhao Liulang's hostile gaze fixed on her, in the end she didn't dare kneel to beg at this moment and could only bend her waist and say, "They're in the room. This slave has been keeping them properly for Imperial Doctor Zhou."
