Madam Chen was beaten up badly by the servants.
She covered her mouth, punched, kicked, and even scratched.
The division of labor was clear.
It was noisy downstairs, but there was no movement upstairs.
The soundproof design of the mansion was often more professional than professional.
When Shen Fanxing appeared at the staircase, the servants were already exhausted.
Madam Chen was also lying on the ground with a swollen face. Her clothes were in a mess and her face was unrecognizable. She was groaning in pain. Even if she wanted to shout, she couldn't make much noise.
He could vaguely hear her saying that she wanted to sue them and make them suffer.
Shen Fanxing raised an eyebrow and went to another floor.
When she asked again, the servants were already standing in a row with a bag under their feet.
Shen Fanxing found it funny.
She really believed that the few of them were quite capable.