Family disgrace should not be publicized; when the master is shamed, the servant should not stand by.
Listening to the plaintive sobs of Murong Fenghua, the servants in the villa all kept their distance, unwilling to provoke this bad luck.
Zhang Xiaomeng watched Murong Fenghua's delicate body tremble, her appearance like flowers suffused with rain, feeling angry yet also somewhat heartbroken.
"Fenghua, are you okay? Don't cry like this, be careful not to hurt your body."
Zhang Xiaomeng's voice was gentle as he reminded her.
At his words, Murong Fenghua felt a warmth in her heart. She lifted her head to glance at Zhang Xiaomeng but inexplicably felt a pang of heartache, which made her cry even harder.
She was not wailing like a child; this woman of high and cold temperament just silently shed tears.
The crystal-clear tear drops fell one by one from her flawless face, a sight so pitiful it pulled at the heartstrings.
