"You lame creature, where have you locked up Xiaoqing?" In the mind of Ms. Qian of Wang Family, Ye Zi'an was still the same little cripple he had been years ago, and her disdain for him had not changed over the years.
However, she didn't know that the term "cripple" was, and always would be, a taboo for Yang Chuxia, no matter if it was then or now.
"Whom did you just call a cripple?" Yang Chuxia suddenly appeared, startling everyone in the room.
"My lady, why have you come out? Mother said you aren't to go outside and catch the wind." Ye Zi'an shouted at Mingcui, "How are you serving her? Don't you know to stop the mistress? It seems you don't want to stay with the Ye Family anymore, do you?"
Ye Zi'an, who rarely lost his temper, began to yell suddenly, frightening Mingcui so much that her legs gave out, and she immediately knelt down, her face pale.
"Enough, get up." Yang Chuxia hurried to intercede, "Why blame her? If I wanted to come, could she have stopped me?"
