Beivwei's delicate body trembled slightly with anger.
Her palms were tightly clenched into fists, and her tender jade-like fingers creaked aloud, making a snapping sound.
Anger!
Humiliation!
Frustration!
Misery!
Unwillingness!
Countless thoughts surged in Beivwei's heart.
Eventually, they formed a single sentence, three words: "Why should I?"
Beivwei suddenly raised her head, her beautiful eyes filled with bloodshot veins, and a bitter, hoarse voice came from her throat.
I am the Seventh Lady of the Mo Family!
And Mo Zhong.
Is just an old servant!
A lady like me, to apologize to a servant?
"Haha!"
