Yuechan didn't dare talk back. She scrambled to her feet in terror, then hurriedly knelt on the ground and begged for mercy. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I'll never dare do that again. I'll be careful when I comb your hair next time."
Lin Hanyan threw the hair and comb in her hand straight at her face. "Honestly, you're getting clumsier and clumsier. I really don't know what use there is in keeping you around."
"Comb my hair quickly, and make it look nice. Today is the final day of the Martial Arts Convention. Almost everyone with a name in the martial world will be coming. If you dare make me lose face, watch out—I'll sell you off."
Yuechan hurriedly picked up the comb and scrambled to her feet on all fours, her expression panicked. "I'll comb it as beautifully as I can right now. I'll be very careful. Please, Young Miss, don't sell me off."
"Such a nuisance. None of you ever let me have any peace."
Seeing her trembling hands, Lin Hanyan glared at her furiously before sitting back down at the dressing table and beginning to arrange her own hair.
"Go see whether Gong Jun has come back yet."
"Yes, I'll go right away." Yuechan felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders and hurriedly turned to leave the room.
As soon as the wind blew outside, she couldn't help sneezing.
Only then did she realize that her entire back was soaked with sweat.
She was so terrified because she understood her Young Miss's true temperament.
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At the same time, the situation in Su Qiao's room was completely different.
After all the disguise had been wiped off her face, Ye Shaoxuan's eyes widened.
He had never expected her true appearance to be so