As he wiped, he gritted his teeth and thought, " Good, Rong Yan, did I owe you a debt in my past life? I have to serve you in the name of being your mistress?
Liancheng Yazhi was filled with hatred. This relationship should have been exchanged. He should have enjoyed Rong Yan's service. He was the one who paid for it. Who should be the one enjoying it? Why did they all turn against me? why did they all turn against me?
He, Liancheng Yazhi, the top master Quan in the imperial capital, had always been served by others. When had he ever served others like this?
Even his own parents had only drunk the tea that he had personally served.
Now that he was serving Rong Yan like this, who would believe it if this was spread out? Who would believe that?
MD, even he did not believe it himself.
