Zeng Yu never imagined she would lose to a lowly little maid. Clutching her burning face, she looked at Shen Ming with unwillingness in her eyes and said, "Mr. Shen, I..."
"Get out!" Shen Ming's fists clenched so tightly they made cracking sounds. "I don't have a good temper. If you keep spouting nonsense, you won't be able to handle the consequences of my punch."
Zeng Yu ran away crying.
Shen Ming's icy gaze swept across the people in the garden. "If I catch any of you gossiping like this again, you'll end up just like her—kicked out of Mingyue Villa."
With that, he strode off.
He entered the villa and went straight to the kitchen, where Zhu Jun was standing at the counter kneading dough. He approached in a few strides and said, "Didn't I tell you to call me if anything happened?"
Zhu Jun turned her head and smiled at him, "There's nothing wrong. It's just a few idle comments—I didn't take them to heart."
