Over here, Madam Wang smashed the last porcelain arrangement in the room, and the entire room was filled with fragments of porcelain and shattered glass, leaving no place to step.
Her hair was disheveled, and her face was sallow as she sat by the low table. The servants around her didn't dare to breathe loudly: "A bunch of useless things, I sent you to fetch the First Master, yet after half a day, there's still no sight of him. What's the use of keeping you? After I wore my lips out pleading for you all last night! You deserve to be sold off by the Lady." She angrily poked the maid's head beside her: "Can't find Nanny Fang, and you won't barge in directly? Just waiting outside, are you courting death?"
The maid, being pointed at the head, dared not move an inch, letting her vent!
