A wicked smirk formed in the corner of Xu Ziling's mouth.
"Young Lady, we are at your service," responded Zitian and Zidi as they walked in.
"Clean Zuiying up and change his clothes," Xu Ziling ordered.
"Yes, Young Lady." Zitian and Zidi walked up to Zuiying.
Xu Ziling grabbed a key from her belt and handed it to Zitian, before she turned to leave.
Zuiying stared at the Xu Ziling's back with reddened eyes and a look of sheer hatred on his face.
Xu Ziling sensed the ice-cold glare from behind and smiled nonchalantly. Apart from her father, she had never been afraid of anyone who resided in their manor.
After an hour, Xu Ziling laid in bed in a soft, pink set of pajamas and Zuiying stood in front of the bed with his arms and legs chained up.
Xu Ziling gestured her finger at Zuiying. "Come here."
Zuiying dug his fingernails into his palms, then glared silently at Xu Ziling in anger.
