Perhaps it was because of her disfigured appearance, Sheng Miao couldn't help but give her an extra glance before frowning and saying, "Where are you taking this fruit tray?"
The maid jumped in fright, bowing her head and replying, "To Mr. Mo's room, as you instructed when you returned."
"There's no need to take it to him, let him be alone if he's in a bad mood," Sheng Miao began to walk away, then turned back and said coldly, "Furthermore, this is the Sheng Family, I am the Second Miss, in charge of the entire Sheng Family. Mo Shiche is my future husband, address him as your future master, not Mr. Mo."
The maid, head down, quickly responded, "Yes, I understand."
Sheng Miao walked away with a cold expression.
The maid stood there for a while, then looked up at the tightly closed room upstairs, her expression complex and puzzled.
Getting married … but how could Shiche be marrying Sheng Miao?
What about Luo Qiangwei? Wasn't she the only one he loved?
