That Ninth Master Lee suddenly opened his eyes and met Wang Yongzhu's curious gaze, who was scrutinizing his two maids. For some reason, he felt a pang of guilt.
He flipped over and got up, with a stern face waved his hand: "Enough, the two of you get out!"
The two maids glanced at each other, then one spoke: "Ninth Master, please let us stay to take care of you. Otherwise, the shop assistants in this restaurant are rough-handed, nowhere near as good at serving as we sisters."
The other quickly chimed in coyly: "Ninth Young Master—"
"Get out—" Ninth Master Lee frowned and kicked over the small table in front of the couch. The fruits and snacks rolled all over the floor, the porcelain dishes shattered, and a shard even cut one of the pretty maids' hands, leaving a bloody mark.
The two maids screamed in fright, collapsed on the ground, and kept kowtowing, begging: "Ninth Master spare us! Ninth Master spare us—"
