Mei Wanying was dizzy, nauseous, and her whole body ached terribly.
She was still preoccupied with throwing Pei Yan's things out, wanting them to never appear before her again.
"Throw them out..."
Seeing her strong reaction, Ding Xiang shrieked at the men, driving them away.
"Get your things and leave, now! Don't come back and offend our young miss's eyes!"
"If anything happens to our miss, all of your heads won't be enough to pay for it!"
'These people are so unobservant. The miss already despises them, yet they don't have the sense to take their things and scram.'
'Just like their master—so detestable!'
Ding Xiang supported Mei Wanying, her expression grim. "Hurry up and leave! If you anger our miss into falling ill, you won't be able to afford the consequences!"
The purpose of the gifts was to make Mei Wanying happy.
Now that they had nearly made her faint from anger, how could Pei Yan's men dare to insist?
