"..."
Hearing the butler mention Ye Zhanxing in advance, Ye Mingmei's eyes instantly turned red.
The panic in her heart transformed into threads of grievance.
If Ye Zhanxing were still here and knew Yu Xiuzhun bullied her like this, he would never let it slide.
Without her father, she felt like she had lost her pillar of support. Not wanting Su Yiru to worry, she could only keep retreating again and again.
"Miss, please don't cry." The butler, seeing Ye Mingmei's reddened eyes, became increasingly flustered.
"I'm fine. Pour me a glass of water." Ye Mingmei sniffled, trying her best to contain her emotions.
As the clock ticked closer to nine, it felt like a black vine twisting upward from deep within her heart, nearly wrapping around her neck, suffocating her breath.
The butler, hearing what she said, did not suspect a thing and quickly went to pour her a glass of water.
