After Jiang Yingying left, everyone looked at Zhu Biao with eyes full of disdain.
Some, with a more fiery temper, even spoke sarcastically.
"The maid of the Princely Heir Zhu is truly capable, excelling in both singing and acting, making us all truly admire her."
"Isn't that so? Not only does she serve her master, but she also worries about her master's lifelong affairs. Luckily, we all know Sister Jiang well and know she is currently single; otherwise, we might have thought the Princely Heir Zhu and Sister Jiang were engaged!"
"Princely Heir Zhu, Sister Jiang, a pure and innocent girl, almost got ruined; you should really manage your maid's mouth well!"
"If it were me, not to mention a slap, I'd cut off that maid's tongue!"
Lianlian was fearfully kneeling on the ground, a look of terror and helplessness on her face.
Li Zishu felt troubled and said, "Enough, what's the point of arguing with someone like that, let's go!"
