The maid started rattling off instructions coldly. "Do not touch the liquor cabinet with your hands. The Young Master hates the place being dirty the most. If you accidentally touch the cabinet and leave behind any fingerprints, your hands will be cut off. Do not blame me for not warning you."
"Is that so?" Fang Xinxin glanced at the frigid looking maid. She did not appear to be more than twenty two years old. The Young Master was indifferent and cold, and his helpers were ridiculously rigid. "What's your name?"
"Ji Qing," the maid responded.
"I won't make things difficult for you." Fang Xinxin smiled and scanned her surroundings. It was really sparkling clean.
Impossible for her to find even a single speck of dust.
She rubbed her hands together until they became warm. Then… she pressed her palm firmly against the glass of the liquor cabinet.
The maid, Ji Qing, became flustered. Her eyes widened. "Miss Fang, what are you doing!"
