"Out of line, let go of my hand!" Liu Rumei struggled fiercely to free her wrist.
Unfortunately, Shen Chi's grip was too tight, and her efforts were futile.
Embarrassed before the servants, Liu Rumei's face turned alternately red and white.
"You clearly don't understand the rules of the Shen Family. Move your things to the west wing now, or don't blame me if I throw them out!"
Each word Shen Chi uttered was laced with menace; he had already given her enough face.
"Let go of me, and we can talk this through. The rules of the Shen Family aren't for you, Shen Chi, to dictate. We should wait for your father to return and discuss this!" Liu Rumei stood her ground.
It was her first day, and if the servants ridiculed her, how could she hold her head up in the Shen Family again?
Shen Chi's grip on her hand tightened further, causing Liu Rumei's brows to furrow in pain.
