"That's right. Our Yun'er has always been kind. It must be because you snatched their stuff and they wanted to take it back."
Fu Zheng's thin, tiny face was tense. "I didn't. I didn't take anyone's things."
Little Madam Zhou's face clouded over. "Since you refuse to admit your mistake, then don't blame your Mother for not showing you courtesy. Come, men. Make the Eldest Young Master kneel down and apologize. If I don't discipline him strictly, I don't know what kind of unreasonable and vulgar person he will become in the future."
The two guards from Duke Zhenguo's Residence stepped forward and kicked the back of Fu Zheng's knee. Fu Zheng stumbled and fell to the ground on his knees.
Those noble women all had icy smug smiles on their faces. They looked at Fu Zheng as if he was an ant.
