Having descended the stairs, he sharply ordered everyone to assemble in the living room.
Soon, the butler led roughly a dozen servants all standing in the living room, waiting for his dispatch.
"Young Master, do you have any orders?" she asked respectfully as she stepped forward.
Rong Shaoze sat on the sofa, his hair messily wild, his face filled with a cold ferocity.
"Who is responsible for cooking meals in the kitchen?" he asked coldly.
A middle-aged woman tremulously stepped forward, raising her hand.
"Your two months' wages, all deducted, and if you don't like it, get lost!"
The middle-aged woman felt this punishment was utterly unwarranted, but she dared not object and could only nod in acceptance before carefully retreating back to the ranks.
"Who was on duty tonight?!"
Two other maids, trembling, raised their hands.
Rong Shaoze sneered coldly at them, "You two, pack your things immediately and get out. After dawn, I don't want to see you here again!"
