The glare that Wu Xiaosu directed towards the Qiao Family's carriage could almost shoot out fire, and she punched the carriage frame heavily with a bam. Wu Xiaosu hollered furiously, "B*tch! The older one is already such a b*tch, but the younger one is b*tchy too!"
"Miss, what should we do now? If we can't board the Qiao Family's carriage, then we can't…" Wu Xiaosu's personal maid started speaking in a quavering voice.
When suddenly, Wu Xiaosu slapped her soundly across the face, causing her to cry out "ah" in alarm. The maid cupped her face with a hanging head, her tears about to roll down.
"You're asking me what to do? What's the use in keeping all you bunch of trash! Forget it if you don't know how to come up with ideas, yet you're asking me what to do now!"
Her personal maidservant tearfully kneeled down inside the carriage and repeatedly kowtowed for forgiveness.
