He was scolding Jian Yufei, and Aunt Ping dared not feel smug, for the young master's fiery demeanor was more terrifying than a man-eating tiger.
Jian Yufei glanced at him, her tone indifferent, "I'm not in the wrong. I'm not a servant here, I don't have to follow her orders, and if she's dissatisfied, she can speak up. But I've done my work well; she's just nitpicking! Moreover, what right does she have to lay hands on me, if she's allowed to strike, am I not allowed to fight back?"
"It's because you don't accept discipline that I thought of teaching you a lesson, yet you took a knife and wanted to kill me!" Aunt Ping sharply retorted.
Jian Yufei snorted with disdain and said no more.
Ruan Tianling's cold gaze landed on Aunt Ping, "Jian Yufei is right; she's not a servant here, you indeed had no right to touch her."
Aunt Ping was startled, "If she's not a servant... then what is she?"
