All the servants, hearing Zhuo Junyue's fury, subconsciously backed off, including Aunt Xia, who couldn't help but take two steps back as well.
Su Ningyan, just two steps away from him, stopped immediately upon hearing his outburst.
She carefully said, "Uncle Junyue..."
"Su Jingyu, tell me honestly, did you accept gifts from all those men?"
Facing his anger, with a hint of fear, Su Ningyan still sat next to him, tugging at his clothes, "I had originally gone looking for my little brother, but his coworkers found out it was my birthday and we had a meal together. Uncle Junyue, I honestly didn't do anything wrong."
Spending her birthday with other men, she seemed to be courting death.
"Aunt Xia, unwrap them. Let's see what rubbish these are."
Upon receiving Young Master Zhuo's instruction, Aunt Xia didn't dare to resist, and first unwrapped the smallest box.
"Young Master, it's a bottle of French brand-name perfume," she informed.