The servant came in trembling, bringing all of today's newspapers to her.
"Miss, these are all of this morning's newspapers, please have a look."
The servant dared not lift their head, shaking with a faint voice.
Ji Qingxin picked up a newspaper, rolled it up, and hit the maid on the head, "What are you afraid of, does my face terrify you?"
"No, it's not that." The servant said timidly.
"If it's not that, then why won't you look at me?" Ji Qingxin shouted angrily, "Lift your head, look at me!"
The servant had no choice but to obey, ever since Ji Qingxin's face was scarred, she became increasingly irritable.
Her temperament also grew increasingly bizarre.
Whenever slightly displeased, she would vent on the servants.
Just yesterday, a maid was doused with boiling water by her, and her face blistered severely, requiring emergency medical attention.
Thinking of these things, the servant felt even more frightened, reluctantly lifted their head and looked at her with trepidation.
