"Miss Luo, it's very late, President Qiao is resting. Whatever you have to say can wait until tomorrow."
The maids stood in a row, blocking Luo Ling.
"What do you think you are, all of you, get out of my way."
Luo Ling looked down on the few maids with a superior air, wondering since when they dared to stop her.
"Miss Luo, we may not amount to much, but don't forget that your father used to be a driver for the Qiao family. Plainly speaking, we're all the same, all serving the Qiao family, so don't act like you're so noble."
A maid couldn't stand Luo Ling's haughty attitude anymore and retorted.
"Slap..."
Luo Ling slapped the maid across the face.
Already upset about the movie situation, Luo Ling couldn't stand hearing the maid's words. If Ye Xiao, that wretch, was one thing, but now even a maid dared to speak to her like this.
