Little did she know, as she indulged in self-satisfaction, Young Master Tutor Lin's mind had stealthily shifted. Her arrogance and presumptuousness were gradually digging her into an abyss of misfortune.
Hearing Song Xiaoniang's slightly provocative response, Young Master Tutor Lin's brows snapped together, a flash of coldness in his eyes, his voice conveying unprecedented sternness, "Is that so? It seems that I have overindulged you, allowing you to forget your place, even daring to belittle the Old Lady and try to lay hands on her personal belongings?"
As soon as he spoke, the air seemed to solidify, a storm looming over the entire room.
With a sudden violent slam of his hand on the desk, the heavy sound made the air inside the room tremble. Song Xiaoniang swayed slightly, her face turning as pale as paper, her eyes flashing with panic and helplessness.
