"Lady, it's unjust, Lady..."
Liang Chen knelt before the Lady with a "thud," lowering her head as she faced the Lady's suspicious gaze.
"Then why do you still plead for mercy? Don't you know that I, your Lady, am incredibly busy to the point of death, watched to the brink of madness?"
Meng Zhaojun felt a surge of nameless anger rising, in reality venting her frustrations on the maid.
No matter how much she lost her temper and smashed things in the room, she could only use her gaze and words to suspect the maid!
"Lady, I am considering your interests. Lady, the private money you had earlier all came from dividends from that factory. Recently, you invested in a farm and lost the dividends from the lumber mill; there's only the little monthly salary from Madam..."
In Liang Chen's words, it was implied that this daughter of the county magistrate's house was starting to become impoverished.
