"I mean, I already—"
"Miss Tang, please let me stay. If I leave, Miss Qiu will come back and scold me, so please rest well. I promise I won't do anything, I promise."
The maid's delicate face appeared in front of Tang Xiaoyu. From the looks of it, she was probably not even twenty yet. She was indeed young.
"Alright, get up. I won't let you leave. Get up, don't kneel."
Tang Xiaoyu looked at the maid who was kneeling on the floor with an indescribable feeling in her heart. When the maid stood up, she turned around and saw a new set of pajamas placed on the cabinet beside her. It seemed like it was specially placed there for Tang Xiaoyu.
"Miss Tang, can you not chase me out?"
The maid spoke tactfully and did not dare to look at Tang Xiaoyu anymore. She knelt on the floor and looked at her reflection on the clean floor tiles with her cold touch.
