Mo Qian'er knew that the place Lu Fenying was staying in was freezing. Gu Bailu had done it on purpose.
Although she didn't feel sorry for him, she didn't want to see him tortured.
After all, he was her master. Even if she was disappointed, she actually truly didn't hate him at all.
She probably had been a slave for too long.
"Mo Qian'er, what's with your attitude?!" Lu Fenying slapped the table and stood up, staring at her coldly.
He had held back at Mo Qian'er's indifferent tone for a long time.
Although it was still soft and wasn't aggressive, it sounded unpleasant to the ear.
"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Mo Qian'er frowned in confusion.
She was doing a good job and was treating him well. He wanted to stay, so she had a maid serve him tea.
Worried that he would be cold, she told him that there was a stove in the house.
She was truly a qualified slave.
She didn't know why he was angry.
