"Second Miss, the horse carriage is ready, please get inside!"
A servant resembling a coachman approached. He didn't give Shen Juhua a glance, but spoke obsequiously to Shen Furong.
"Hmm!"
Shen Furong lazily responded, then turned to a maid and said, "Go and fetch Madam and the two young masters, tell them the carriage is ready!"
"Yes!"
As the maid left, Shen Furong, with the help of her own maid, walked with an air of pride towards the horse carriage. She passed Shen Juhua and cast her a glance of contempt.
Shen Juhua watched Shen Furong board her mother's horse carriage, her lips tightly pursed and her small fists clenching tightly. Her round face turned red as her eyes filled with the mists of unexpressed indignation and unyielding spirit, yet, ultimately, she was left feeling helpless!