Watching the black stretch Lincoln disappearing down the linden-lined avenue, Wei Anning withdrew her gaze and looked at the butler's face, where five distinct finger marks were starkly visible on his plump, pale features, clearly indicating that Jiang Yuan had struck him without mercy.
"Mr. Butler, why didn't you dodge? When she hit your left cheek, were you going to offer your right one for her to strike?" Wei Anning said in frustration, exasperated at his lack of steel. Her temperament had both a soft and a strong side.
The softness was for her own people, the assertiveness for outsiders; thus, she couldn't stand to see Jiang Yuan bully the butler. That slap wasn't just an attack on the butler; it was an open challenge to Leng Youchen.
How could there be such a mother in this world?
