"What's so bad about that?"
Leng Yiyu thought it was only natural for a son to send his father away.
"Just tell him it was Miss's order, and if he dares not to listen, I will make sure he regrets it!" she snorted coldly.
"Uh."
The maid was choked by her words.
Wasn't this exposing herself? And was the previous incident not big enough?
To directly order the Great Elder's son to do away with the Great Elder— if Leng Nicen was fine, it would be alright, but if something happened, wouldn't the number one suspect be the young miss?
No, that's not right.
She dismissed the idea in her mind and her face turned unsightly.
There was herself in the middle; if things really went south, the young miss could simply deny ever saying such words or giving such orders.
She knew that she would be the second fool to take the fall for the young miss.
