"What's with that attitude?" He Jing stood in front of a servant, her brows coldly knitted, pointing at the servant's nose as she scolded, "Is this the way you should treat your future mistress? All I asked was for you to pour me a glass of water, and you deliberately smashed the glass!"
The servant began to defend herself: "Miss He, I didn't do it on purpose..."
"Not on purpose? Could it be unintentional then?" He Jing pointed at the water stain on the floor, "You, kneel down and lick the floor dry, and then I won't hold this against you!"
"What?"
Not only the punished servant, but also the other few servants nearby were all stunned.
Someone stepped in to mediate: "Miss He, I think she really didn't do it on purpose, and it didn't harm you. Let's just let this go, shall we?"
