Mu Xianglan felt a wave of humiliation. 'After today, what authority will I have left in this estate?'
Before she could even think of a solution, Zhang Guihong added, "And don't forget that indenture."
"This household needs a good tidying up, lest some people forget whose rice bowl they're eating from."
Mu Xianglan couldn't bear to stay a moment longer. She stopped pleading, got up from the floor, and walked straight out.
Zhang Guihong shook her head. "Look at what's happened in the years I haven't been managing things. People have gotten too bold."
"They don't even know their place. If this were the old family estate, they'd be sent back to be beaten and taught the rules all over again."
"That's enough. Say a little less," Cen Gaosong shouted to stop her. "You've just arrived and you're already turning the house upside down! Can't you just give it a rest?"
