Mrs. Jenkins was displeased, her eyes flashing with a murderous glint, yet the teapot she raised was never thrown.
"Get out! I can replace you at any time, and I can also have you fired at any time."
Leaf Fiona sarcastically smiled in disdain, "The old lady only knows these tricks. However, our mistress is not that foolish. Our mistress can distinguish right from wrong. Our mistress argues with reason, and she is worthy of our respect."
"You little wretch, without disciplining you, you think you're something, don't you?"
"The old lady never reflects on herself and doesn't know when she's wrong, it's really sad! Honestly, old lady, you're not worth our mistress's filial respect. You deserve to die alone. You should accumulate some virtues for the Jenkins Family, so you won't be ashamed to face the ancestors of the Jenkins Family. Your character is really awful, you as a person are even more disgusting."
