Chuzheng was pushed into the villa.
A cold aura greeted her.
"Miss Song." The servant waited nervously at the entrance, and upon seeing Chuzheng return, immediately stepped forward. Panic was evident in their eyes and fear written on their face.
Uncle Bai let go of Chuzheng's wheelchair and spoke softly, "You are dismissed."
The servant turned pale, "No... Uncle Bai, I know I was wrong. It was my fault for not taking better care of Miss Song. Please give me another chance."
"Take her away," Uncle Bai instructed the bodyguard behind him.
Chuzheng rested her chin on her hand, her expression indifferent, as if watching a play while standing outside it.
Uncle Bai couldn't help but let his gaze fall on her.
Truly different.
"Miss Song... Miss Song, please plead for me. I truly know my mistake. Miss Song, please..." The servant, seeing that pleading with Uncle Bai was useless, redirected their effort to Chuzheng.
