Madam Li shivered with fear, seeing the floor littered with broken bowls and chopsticks, sticky porridge mixed with glass shards scattered everywhere. Some shards splashed onto her legs, piercing her flesh. Although the wounds seemed small, they hurt with a tearing pain each time she moved.
Madam Li didn't react initially, but soon her leg was wracked with pain after pain, and she started yelling through gritted teeth, "What kind of madness is this!"
Is this really the way a servant speaks to her master?
Aurelia Shaw lightly curled her lips. Her beautiful face wore a casual smile, her delicate fingers tapping on the table, making a hollow and abrupt sound. Reclining against the back, her lustrous eyes were dangerously half-closed, like that of a predator eyeing its prey.
Madam Li felt a chill in her heart under her gaze.
