Listening to Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei's words laden with obvious humiliation, Qiao Mengtong seethed with resentment.
Yet, thinking of how she now had to cling to these two, she could only suppress her hatred and aggrievement, putting on a show of compliance.
Soon, Qiao Mengtong crawled to Zhan Nan and Zhan Bei, knelt on the ground, and poured wine for the two of them.
After pouring the wine, she leaned on a nearby table, attempting to stand up.
Zhan Nan glanced at her and said maliciously, "Who allowed you to get up? Did we give you permission to stand?"
Qiao Mengtong paused mid-movement, "But, the wine has already been poured..."
"So what if it's been poured?" Zhan Bei interrupted Qiao Mengtong's words.
As he swirled the red wine in his glass, he added, "If we didn't tell you to get up, you have to keep kneeling!"
With no choice, Qiao Mengtong continued to kneel before them.
