What did she do wrong, why should she apologize?
Huo Zhenyang's voice became even colder, "I don't want the guests who come to Disheng to say that my servants are of low quality. Apologize."
The man advanced upon her with relentless steps, each word heavily stressed, his handsome face chillingly stern, not concealing the displeasure within him.
If it had been the timid her of the past, she might have been unable to bear this imperial rage, but ever since she had Zaizai, Jiayi seemed to be able to withstand much more.
She held her breath, "Mr. Huo, I am only here to clean, not to..."
Before she could finish, Huo Zhenyang stepped swiftly over, his tall and strong body blocking the delicate woman, his piercing gaze fixing on her as he raised his hand, thumb and forefinger misaligned, to lift the chin of the little woman.
Jiayi's face was involuntarily lifted by him, and for a moment, she almost forgot to react.
Tracy was stunned as well.
