Xiao Lin left behind a square box where he slept. She opened the lid, and inside was the latest skincare product. Xia Xue smiled fondly; this dull fellow wasn’t completely clueless as Hua Qingyi described.
"This is a newly developed skincare product by the Wang Family. I think there’s something suspicious about it. You studied molecular chemistry; help me check if there are any prohibited ingredients!"
Looking at the strong handwriting, Xia Xue felt an impulse to tear apart the dull person, and her small sentiment blew away with the notes.
After tidying up, Xia Xue carried the box and walked out of the room.
"Good morning, Miss,"
"Mm, I’m going out for a bit." Xia Xue walked past the servant straight down the stairs.
"The master instructed that the two sons-in-law are coming today." The servant paid attention to Xia Xue’s expression: "The master instructed, unless there’s something important, don’t go out."
"Are you using the master to pressure me?" Xia Xue, having walked halfway, returned to the servant’s side. Even a mere servant could speak to her in this way—truly a failure!
"I wouldn’t dare, it’s just that the sons-in-law rarely come..."
"Who comes has nothing to do with me. You just do your job; my affairs aren’t for you to meddle in." Emulating Xiao Lin’s tone, Xia Xue stared directly into the servant’s eyes, naturally exuding an intimidation that forced the servant back a few steps, bowing their head.
This person is someone close to the aunt, Xia Xue sneered: "This is the main courtyard; stay away if you have nothing to do." Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹·𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾·𝗇𝖾𝗍
"Is there a problem?" Xia Xue lowered her voice: "Is it possible there’s nothing for you to do with the aunt? Then the Xia Family doesn’t need to keep useless people."
"I understand, Miss." The servant hurriedly walked away, from the inner room to the exit, at the corner she secretly glanced back, eyes filled with contemptuous malice.
Xia Xue stared blankly at the empty corridor; maybe the explosiveness today was due to poor sleep? She rubbed her head, realizing the aunt would definitely speak ill of her in front of the master later. Her father’s continuous urging for her patience had just now been completely forgotten. Ah, when will this patience ever have an end? (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to recommend votes, monthly votes at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)