Qin Qin stood in front of a group of servants, her beautiful eyes casually swept over the twenty or thirty servants in the crowd. All the servants, under her gaze, involuntarily lowered their heads. Among them, a young maid about twenty-three or twenty-four years old was already shaking slightly even before Qin Qin looked at her.
The middle-aged servant standing next to the young maid looked at her in confusion, "Xiao Wu, what's wrong with you? Are you cold?"
The maid named Xiao Wu turned pale with fear. Why did the Madam gather them? Did she discover what she had done? But that was impossible. No one knew about it, she had deliberately avoided the cameras. Who would know? She must not panic, she must remain calm.
"I'm fine, just caught a little cold, that's all."
