"Old, Old Madam…" Yang Shuwan called out awkwardly. She had unexpectedly seen Yu Youyao. Thinking about what had just happened, new and old hatred welled up in her heart.
No wonder Yu Youyao had handed over the household manager's key so easily. She had been waiting for her here.
In the past, all these dog slaves had been beaten and punished.
This little b*tch had fed these people some kind of bewitching potion. In just half a month, she had already made these people cozy up to her.
Yang Shuwan pinched her handkerchief and pressed it against the corner of her mouth. Her eyes turned red, and tears welled up in her eyes. Just as she opened her mouth to speak…
