Luo Manhua stumbled into the liquor cabinet and fell to the ground, crying out in pain, "Ouch, my back, you wretched woman, you won't die a good death..."
"Enough, stop making a scene," Nan Yuanshan scolded anxiously, "Isn't it just about finding something? Liu Ma, go and call two people right away, and move out the clutter according to the young lady's orders."
Liu Ma had already been stunned earlier, not understanding how the ever meek and fawning Nan Zhiqiu suddenly became so formidable.
Now that Nan Yuanshan instructed her, she finally snapped back to her senses and hurried to find people to do the job.
"Zhifeng, the Luo Family hasn't provoked you, and all the tuition and living expenses for you sisters when you were younger were paid by the Luo Family. Please stop troubling them," pleaded Nan Yuanshan, who had already witnessed his daughter's fierceness and was now talking to her with utmost caution.
