Yan Xiyu spoke harshly.
"Don't forget, we were once united in suffering. Although I've made a name for myself, I kept you by my side. Without me, how would you have such good days now?"
Good days?
Li Luo was speechless.
How are these good days?
But she didn't dare to refute.
Since becoming the young lady's personal maid, she was initially grateful. But after understanding the selfish and venomous nature buried in her core, she even began to miss those days of hardship.
Seeing the little maid show a sorrowful expression, Yan Xiyu became even more furious.
"I'm infuriated! You're merely a dog of mine, and you dare come here to make things worse for me? Someone, come!"
Yan Xiyu shouted, and Li Luo's face suddenly turned ashen, her small face went pale, anticipating the imminent vicious beating.
Surely.
"Drag her out, beat her twenty... no! Fifty times, no... beat her to death! I don't want to see her anymore!"
