As she spoke, Helian Wei Wei leaned over and pecked Baili Jia Jue on the corner of his lips.
However, the young man's eyes turned frigid in that moment.
It was a no-brainer.
Who did she take him for?
Instead of rage, what he felt was the feeling of emptiness within his heart.
Without any warning, the young man withdrew his hand as he stared down at her in a condescending manner. His tone was dark and cold, "When I allowed you to return, it wasn't so that you could slack on your job. You better learn the ropes on becoming a palace maid."
By the time when Helian Wei Wei's fingers touched the floor, she was wide awake. She frowned in confusion as she looked into his emotionless eyes.
Even though it was in the middle of the night, she was being ordered about. Not only was she instructed to pour tea for him, but she was also made to grind ink.
