Yan Jinyu flicked a glance at her, and the servant's heart missed a beat. She suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.
At that moment, she felt like she had just passed by the gates of hell.
W-was it an illusion?
When he looked up again, the girl already continued to eat. There wasn't a trace of frightening presence on her. So, was it really his illusion just now?
It must be his imagination!
After teaching them a lesson, the servant did not dare to disrespect Yan Jinyu again. "T-this breakfast was prepared according to Second Missy's preferences. If Eldest Missy wants to eat anything, I can ask the kitchen to prepare it."
"Since this is Yun'er's breakfast, why did you put it in my seat?" The two seats closest to the main seat belonged to Fu Ya, the wife of the head of the household, and the eldest daughter of the Yan family.
The servant obviously realized it too after hearing her words.
