"You are a young mistress from the Xia family. How can you do a maid's work? Did you forget your status? We can employ as many maids as we want. You did not have to do the chores!" Chu Jiang's face reddened. He was furious. Song Wan tugged at his shirt and gave him a deadly stare. Chu Jiang barely met her eyes. He did not have a choice. As formidable as he may look, he had a great weakness—he was afraid of his wife.
No, it was not fear. It was love.
Xia Ruoxin did not reply because she knew no matter what she said, Chu Jiang would still be upset. Was there really a difference between a young mistress and a maid? Most likely in Chu Lui's opinion, Xia Ruoxin was not even a maid.
"Dad, Mom, have you had your meal?" She forced herself to smile and looked at Mr. and Mrs. Chu. It was their first time in the mansion, and they are also her in-laws.
