On top of that, she brewed a pot of ginseng tea and put it on the clay stove.
Pei Fengtang was silent from the beginning till the end.
He was seated there like a doll as the maids tidied things up.
The maids noticed Lord Heir's gloomy expression and none of them dared to speak. They immediately left the room after they were done.
Pei Fengtang was like a puppet. He sat there for a long time before finally lifting his head. He held the small furnace in his hand and was about to throw it to the ground when, for some reason, Qi Qingyao's face suddenly appeared in his mind.
It was even accompanied by that irritating tone of hers when she spoke.
He was clearly the Lord Heir, whereas she was just a woman from the village, yet she had dared talk to him as if she were superior.
'Hold on, what did she say again?
'It was quite hateful.
"I think it was…'