Mr. Zhao's face turned as pale as paper, yet his back remained resolutely straight.
"I offended my superiors and said things that offended Madam. Young Master was infuriated and chased me away," he confessed.
Huo Sicheng exuded a chilling aura. His voice was icy as he inquired, "Why did you return to Wanmei Villa to resume your duties?"
Mr. Zhao's body tensed under the weight of Huo Sicheng's imposing presence. The pressure bore down on him like Mount Tai, causing his previously straight posture to waver slightly.
"Madam invited me to return to Wanmei Villa," Mr. Zhao admitted.
"Since you're aware that Qingcheng invited you back, you should be appreciative," Huo Sicheng remarked sternly. "Don't continue to create difficulties for her."
