The maid was startled and hastily knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.
"Spare my life, sir, I won't dare to do it again!"
This kind of punishment exists in the manor.
Locking a person in a pitch-black room, with no water and no food.
Only when the noble is no longer angry can they be released.
But it's true that nobles often forget things.
People like them, who are not valued, are often forgotten.
If the nobles don't speak up, they remain locked up.
So, it's common for many maids to die in the secret rooms where they are confined.
Zhi'er parted her lips, intending to intervene.
But Feng Fuce wrapped his arm around her waist and tapped her hand under the table as a signal.
Zhi'er said nothing.
The maid was dragged away by the housekeeper's men as well.
"Please sit, gentlemen, I will go get the record book," the housekeeper said with a smile before leaving.
Taking advantage of this moment, Zhi'er prepared to get up from Feng Fuce's lap.
