Sister Hua was a bit afraid to lift her head to look at Shi Che, her lips quivered and her voice trembled, "Young Master, what do you want me to say?"
Shi Che didn't speak anymore, his dark eyes heavy, staring at her steadily. His gaze was not sharp, yet it still emitted an extreme sense of oppression. Cold sweat slowly seeped out from Sister Hua's forehead, but she still insisted, "Young Master, I really don't know what you want to say."
The corners of Shi Che's lips curved up slightly, but his smile was cold. His voice was unhurried, "It seems, Sister Hua, you are getting old and can't remember things. It might be time to consider retirement."
Such words made Sister Hua shake her head vigorously, her eyes widened, filled with fear, "Young Master, don't send me away, I, I... Madam told me not to tell you."
The light in Shi Che's eyes flowed slowly, his voice deepened, "Do you think you can still keep it hidden now?"
