Gu Shaocheng just ignored it and waved his hand.
Two immobile personal guards swiftly ushered the person away.
Chenxing pursed her lips. Why would the maid prefer to be beaten rather than being fired?
But before she got a chance to think about it, her attention was drawn away by the following incident.
Gu Shaocheng cleared his throat and looked at those guests who had bullied Chenxing. Nobody knew what he was thinking at that moment.
He paused for a while, accepted the tea handed over by the butler, sipped it leisurely to moisten his throat. The butler stepped back two steps with the tea, standing behind him.