Wang Miao was a little stunned. She didn't know how to react.
Just as she was about to explain, she felt the air around her turn cold, as if she was trapped in hell. Her eyes couldn't help but turn red. "No, Second Young Master, I…"
Before Wang Miao could finish speaking, Gu Zhou questioned, "Are you cursing me?"
At this moment, Wang Miao had no time to explain. She hurriedly threw the blessing bag out of the study. As tears rolled down her face in fear and trepidation, she tried to explain, "No, no, Second Young Master, I really don't know what the blessing bag meant. I always thought that it was just to bless and protect one's family. I…"
"Who asked you to copy her embroidery? It's shameful to plagiarize!" Suppressing his anger, Gu Zhou continued, "And you've made such a poor copy. Didn't I warn you before? Don't you have a brain?"
