Ming Mei's heart thumped. What was the housekeeper trying to imply?
Why was he always speaking in riddles, uttering strange words, as if he knew a lot more than he was letting on?
Ming Mei turned to look at the housekeeper, meeting his gaze.
He remained as he always was—humble and respectful, bowed slightly in front of her, his head down. He appeared always to consider himself a mere servant.
But…
If he were truly a servant, he wouldn't be so audacious.
Ming Mei lifted the corners of her lips, saying unhurriedly, "You're right, some things have indeed happened. But what has happened can't change what is now. However... some people should not assume that they know everything and talk nonsense. I won't argue with you today because you're the housekeeper of the Kang family. But as the housekeeper, you should be aware of your position, know what to say and what not to say."
The housekeeper calmly nodded, "Yes."
