A group of helpers, including the bodyguards, felt that Fang Xinxin had gone insane. How could it possibly be that easy!
Fang Xinxin had similarly miscalculated.
There was no way she would lose only one nail.
It was ten times more severe. She lost ten nails!
In the extravagant main bedroom on the third floor, Bai Qinghao sat on the chair leaning against the windows. He placed Fang Xinxin on his lap and used the nail cutter to personally help her trim her nails.
Butler Zhao held a tray and stood by the side to wait.
His great young master was actually helping this ugly woman with a chore that was usually left to subordinates.
Zhao Cheng felt extremely resentful. However, to be the head butler in the Yu Ting Villa meant that his ability to conceal and endure was top notch.
Even if he had any opinion, he could only pretend as though he did not see anything.
