"Miss Fang, I don't need you to plead for me." Tong Wenya's attitude was cold. How could she not see through Faang Shiqing's hypocrisy?
Apologizing to her while serving tea. To think that he could think of it.
He would think of ways to torture her. Tong Wenya was already mentally prepared. No matter if it was physical torture or psychological humiliation, he could do whatever he wanted. One day, she would leave. At that time, he would never be able to see his son again, Tong Wenya thought hatefully.
The butler quickly served the tea and passed it to Tong Wenya.
"Yan Ming, sit down." Chunyu Chen reminded her.
Yan Ming could finally vent her anger. She sat down proudly and lifted her chin slightly. She had never felt that she was lower than others.
She wanted to take this cup of tea. From now on, Tong Wenya's status was not even comparable to hers. In front of her Mistress Faang Shiqing, it was not worth mentioning.