Lin Qing didn't bother to explain and turned to leave.
Xiao Ying clenched her teeth, finally seeing how biased Madam was. Even at this point, all she could think about was Zhu Xiangxiang.
What kind of spell had Zhu Xiangxiang cast on Madam?
Thinking about being fired by Madam and unable to serve her young lady any longer, her heart ached.
She left dejectedly with her head down.
As the two figures disappeared into the elevator, Zhao Xiaohui slowly came out from the stairway entrance.
"Mom," Deng Yang happily called out when he saw her.
Zhao Xiaohui walked over with a thermos, "What are you drawing?"
"I'm drawing sister." Deng Yang showed Zhao Xiaohui the half-finished drawing.
Such appearance and temperament belonged to none other than Zhu Xiangxiang, the universally praised young lady of the Zhus.
Zhao Xiaohui curled her lips: "Yangyang, your drawing is excellent."