Madam Rong was kneeling on the ground, shards from the cup splashing up and piercing her skin, her body trembling uncontrollably: "Madam, I'm sorry, I can't do this!"
"Are you trying to rebel or what?" The madam stood up abruptly from her chair: "I've been here for a full eighteen years! Today is my day to leave, and it's all ruined by you!"
"Madam, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Madam Rong could only speak these words.
"Why didn't you follow my orders?" The madam barked coldly.
Only then did Madam Rong raise her head, looking at the furious madam, asking: "Madam, my daughter is Qian Qian, why didn't you tell me? Why did you use my daughter to threaten me to do things I don't want to do?"
"What are you talking about?" The madam slightly furrowed her brows, as if she didn't understand what Madam Rong was saying.
