Liu Bochang saw this, and a hint of darkness flashed in his eyes.
He leaned close to Zhen Lingling's ear and asked softly in a gentle voice, "Madam, what are you looking at?"
The voice, as gentle as water, caused Zhen Lingling to tremble uncontrollably, with fear flashing in her eyes.
Taking in her demeanor, Liu Bochang's lips curved into an excited smile.
In the past, he very much enjoyed the flowers and plants outside, the defiance of those people and their submission in the face of money, bringing him a different kind of pleasure.
But now, after training Zhen Lingling, watching her turn from a high and mighty young lady, indifferent to others, into a dog that could only survive at his command.
This excitement, unlike the singing birds and dancing swallows outside, penetrated his very bones.
The hand on her shoulder moved gently, Zhen Lingling's complexion flashed with unwillingness, ferocity, and the embarrassment of humiliation.
