Lu Jiaxin had slept for over half an hour before she got up to wash up and pack some things. Knowing that Su Heyuan had arrived, she took her bag and went downstairs.
On the first floor, Aunt Hong saw the scroll she was carrying in her bag and couldn't help but ask, "Miss Cousin, what are you carrying there?"
Lu Jiaxin looked at her with a hostile gaze and said, "Do I have to report to you what I take? Since when did you become the mistress of this house?"
Aunt Hong didn't expect her casual question to be countered like that, but she knew Jiaxin was thorny, "Miss Cousin, I'm sorry, I was just asking out of curiosity."
Lu Jiaxin chuckled, but her smile did not reach her eyes, "Well, you're quite curious. It's only because Aunt is generous; if it were me, I would have fired you long ago."
Having said that, she didn't even look at Aunt Hong's displeased expression and, holding her head high, carried her bag and left.
