"You ungrateful thing, because of you, this bastard, father got so angry that he's ill, and you still have the nerve to eat here? Let me ask you, has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"
Li Luru was baffled by her scolding. Father fell ill, how come she didn't know? Why hadn't anyone told her?
"What kind of thing are you?" Xiaohong pointed at her, "Who gave you the guts to scold our lady?"
"Slap..." Li Mengru had long wanted to teach this brazen maid a lesson. No matter what, she's the master, yet she was insulted by a maid.
"You!"
Xiaohong was all talk; when it came to hitting someone, she hesitated.
Seeing this, Li Luru swiftly slapped Li Mengru back.
"You bastard, how dare you hit me?"
Earlier, she hadn't paid attention to the word "bastard," but now that she did, Li Luru wouldn't let it slide.
"Slap..."
"You are the bastard!" Xiaohong shouted on her behalf, "You little wretch, what right do you have to insult our lady?"
