Di Qianmo's heartless and cold voice sounded from under the mask. "Let her go to the basement level to be in charge of cleaning the cutlery. Don't let her appear in front of me again."
After saying this, Di Qianmo walked past Feng Qing and walked straight out. The female attendant, who was kneeling on the ground, kept saying grateful words, as if it was already her honor that Di Qianmo didn't kill her. Feng Qing took a deep breath. No matter what, the female attendant's life was finally saved. She went straight to the female attendant and squatted down to wipe the female attendant's injuries. This female attendant had just waited on her to shower, so treating her wound now could be considered as resolving this burden.
Another female attendant urged, "Miss Feng, please go to the cloakroom to change. Don't let Fourth Young Master wait too long."
