Yan Ruoxi stood on the stairs, listening to what seemed like an argument between Niu Xiaoli and a servant. She asked loudly as she descended, "Xi'er, what's going on?"
Niu Xiaoli heard her voice, glared at the servant, and whispered sternly, "If you dare say anything to madam, I won't be polite with you! Got it?"
"Got it! Miss, I promise I won't say anything in front of madam!"
The servant rubbed her pinched and sore arm, bowed her head, and went into the kitchen with tears in her eyes.
Hearing the approaching footsteps, Niu Xiaoli immediately changed her expression. She turned to look at Yan Ruoxi, who had already walked up to her, and replied with a smile, "Mom, I'm fine!"
"Really? I seemed to see you arguing from upstairs just now!"
Yan Ruoxi sat down next to Niu Xiaoli and said, "These servants have been with the Lu family for several years now. We especially brought them back with us when we returned to the country, they're all easy to get along with!"
"Um, I know!"
