Ye Zhenguo walked over, "What's the matter?"
The servant's face was a picture of panic. Hearing Ye Zhenguo's question, she answered honestly, "The young miss... She knocked over the pastries and told me to scram..."
The servant's hair bun had been undone, and there was a red mark on her left cheek, which Ye Zhenguo had not failed to notice.
But after all, a mere servant could not be compared with his daughter!
He waved his hand dismissively, "Off you go."
The servant had no choice but to swallow her teeth and hold back her tears, leaving in a hurry.
Ye Zhenguo took a deep breath before he reached Ye Fuling's room and raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Get out, all of you, get out!" Fuling's angry voice came from inside the room, along with the sound of porcelain shattering.
Ye Zhenguo furrowed his brow, "It's me!"
The room suddenly fell silent.
"I'm coming in."
