The two of them were tired of scolding each other. Only then did Fang Ling realize what the crux of the matter was.
"You were originally the hired housekeeper. Cleaning is your job. I was invited back by your mistress. Even if I dirtied it, it should be on your mistress. What right do you have to yell at me? What right do you have to yell at me?"
"What kind of mistress is she? I'm the one who cleaned up the house, so I should be the one in charge. You did something wrong, and you don't even let me say a few words. What right do you have?" Aunt Jia did not give in.
"Okay, the two of us can't handle a housekeeper like you, right? Then I'll let the person who pays you teach you a lesson."
Fang Ling ran back into the living room, trying to find a landline to call Yun Lian's husband. Before she could ask what the number was, she saw Zhou Mo's phone number written in the phone book on the landline.
