With a shout from Madam Qi, Little Liao's heart trembled, her legs went weak as if they had no bones, and she plopped down on her knees to start defending herself.
"Mother, I'm not envious of this set of cloud brocade. It's just that when I went to the Song Family, I didn't bring spare clothes, I couldn't return all wet, could I?"
"Shut up." Madam Qi glared at her coldly and said angrily, "Do you think I'm concerned about your clothes? It's your words and actions. Who do you think you are, daring to rant in front of the Song Family's matriarch, calling their personal maid a lowly servant?"
"I..."
