"Let her go."
This sentence was directed at the housekeeper. "Her" referred to Miss Liu.
The housekeeper looked hesitant and subconsciously looked at Murong Yong from the corner of her eye.
Gu Yunzhen did not care about the nanny's expression at all. She looked straight at Miss Liu, who was an inch shorter than her, and asked calmly, "Who did you say you are?"
Miss Liu knelt on the cold and hard ground below with a plop. A line of crystal clear tears fell from the corners of her eyes, and her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
Her pupils, washed by tears, were misty.
She sobbed and said, "I'm willing to be a slave and serve you for the rest of my life. I won't be disloyal!"
"Be a slave?" Gu Yunzhen's voice was as calm as a calm lake. "No need."
"I'm a guest. There's no reason for me to bring someone else's cousin back to be a servant."
"If you have the heart to sell yourself, you can go to the broker."
