When Zhu Jianian heard Mo Qian's voice, her whole body trembled.
If this continues, it will only make Mo Qian's impression of her worse and worse. By then, the Zhu Family will truly have no room for recovery!
Zhu Jianian let go of Nan Huiru's hand, hurriedly took a few bills out of her bag, walked forward, and forcibly stuffed them into the maid's hand. Then she said gently, "Take this and buy some bruise ointment to apply. Can you forgive me?"
The maid was stunned by Zhu Jianian's behavior, staring blankly at the money in her hands and instinctively nodded.
After all, she is a Miss from the Zhu Family — does a servant like her dare not forgive?
Zhu Jianian smiled slightly and turned to Ji Wei: "Miss Ji, did you see that? She has forgiven me. No need for me to keep apologizing, right?"
