She repeatedly apologized, and after quite a while, Leng Yiyu seemed to have relieved her anger and finally let the maid go, giving her a cold glare before moving on.
Feeling unjustly treated, the maid followed Leng Yiyu with tears brimming in her eyes.
It wasn't her fault, after all. The young mistress's laugh just now had been truly terrifying. It was no wonder she had been taken aback, right? But she dared not voice these thoughts in front of the young mistress, unless she didn't want her arm anymore.
"What are you standing there for? Hurry up and walk."
As Leng Yiyu walked on, she scolded the maid, urging her to keep up.
She couldn't let her father know that it was she who had seen him pushing Leng Yikun in the wheelchair. This information had to reach her mother through someone else's mouth.
She still needed to think of a way to do this.
