Fang Xinxin had yet to speak up when the maid named Chun Yu held onto her sore cheek and cried out with a complaint. "Butler Zhao, I was just picking up fallen leaves. I don't know why Miss Fang suddenly went crazy. She said that she didn't like the way I looked and suddenly slapped me."
"Liang Hong, what happened?" Butler Zhao turned to the other maid.
The maid's gaze shifted between Chun Yu and Fang Xinxin before she lowered her head. She bit her lip, appearing as though she was struggling to decide whom to help.
Chun Yu tugged on her wrist and lowered her voice. "We're close sisters."
Zhao Cheng took in Chun Yu's movement coldly and said to Liang Hong, "Speak honestly."
