The girl's outstretched hand froze awkwardly. She secretly glanced at Fu Ting and then retreated without daring to speak.
Before she came, she had already heard of how autocratic Lian Jing was. When she first saw him gently holding the hand of the woman beside him, she only felt that he was extraordinarily handsome. However, now that he was targeting her, she felt afraid.
After all, the Lian family's surname was Lian and not Fu. If she really offended Lian Jing, she probably would not be able to continue working in this family.
Fu Ting's face darkened slightly. He felt that he had been publicly humiliated by Lian Jing, but after a moment, he maintained his calm and smiled. "Little Jing, you're still so serious. We're cousins. Aren't my servants yours? What's wrong with pouring you a cup of tea?"
