"My goodness! Miss, you... you are utterly malicious." The housekeeper accused in great sorrow, "How could you do such a thing? You've gone bad at such a young age."
He Shasha remained standing, showing not a single hint of panic or regret. In fact, she was as unfeeling as granite. Her dark, gloomy eyes met with the housekeeper, who had been a part of her household for more than a decade and had practically watched her grow up.
If even the housekeeper thought she was a vile person, what would people outside think of her?
What about others?
Perhaps everyone had already been swayed by Jing Tong, making fun of her naivety, treating her like a puppet.
"Vile…" He ShaSha sneered, her frail body stood defiantly, her heart filled with unprecedented disappointment. The housekeeper was a person of great kindness, and she had treated her well, but the mere suspicion was enough to negate all the goodwill between them.
"Housekeeper, I am indeed vile." She said with a cold gaze.
