"Servant?" Lian He grabbed Xiang Yazhi's hand to stop her from hitting someone, and he reprimanded, "Nanny Xu has been taking care of my father for most of his life. She's half like family to us, half like an elder. Xiang Yazhi, do you feel wronged?"
Facing Lian He's icy gaze, that icy gaze made Xiang Yazhi feel as if she had fallen into an ice pit, but she still responded, "Yes."
"Heh."
Lian He sneered, flinging Xiang Yazhi's hand away without even a desire to speak.
Xiang Yazhi was unprepared and was directly thrown onto the sofa by Lian He.
"Nanny Xu, please bring me the briefcase from downstairs." Lian He spoke gently to Nanny Xu, then stepped forward, looking down at her condescendingly, and said, "Tell me, what documents were you planning to steal yesterday?"
"Nothing." Xiang Yazhi stubbornly refused to admit it.
"Qingqing, you tell." Lian He's gaze fell on Lian Qingqing at the side.
Lian Qingqing raised her head, her lips moved slightly.
