Until this moment, she didn't even realize that she had become a joke.
"Madam, are you joking with me?"
Xue Lan didn't dare to confront Chu Peixian and could only grit her teeth and hold back her anger as she asked.
Chu Peixian shook her head, "I only joke with people who have a good relationship with me; you're not qualified."
Her gaze fell on the pair of shoes, "Clean the shoes, and you better clean them well, or I'll really get angry."
She was beautiful, and when she smiled, she was radiant, but the coldness in her eyes was enough to intimidate people.
What does it mean to be really angry?
Wasn't her slapping her twice just now already expressing anger?
Xue Lan looked at the two bodyguards standing in front of her, knowing that if she didn't clean the shoes obediently, she would not be allowed to leave.
This old despicable person must have other ways to humiliate her.
