These people had usually received gifts from Su Ziyin, and had a very good impression of the young lady-to-be. Seeing her being wronged, they burst into tears, and they were all filled with indignation and wanted to vent their anger on her behalf.
Huanhuan was forced into a corner, her eyes fixed on Su Ziyin with disappointment.
Has she never understood Zi Yin?
Suddenly, someone grabbed her hair, causing her to frown in pain. Then, someone grabbed her maid uniform again and kept pulling.
"Stop it!" Sister Zhong was about to step forward to stop her, but Su Ziyin hugged her and started sobbing, "Sister Zhong... I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to go home... I'm so old and I can't
I have never been bullied like this..."
When Sister Zhong heard that she was leaving, her heart skipped a beat. She couldn't care less about Huanhuan and quickly persuaded her.
On this side, more than a dozen maids surrounded Huan Huan, rolling up their sleeves and saying, "Teach her a lesson!"
Huanhuan held her head and was pinned down. No matter how much pain she felt, she remained silent.
No matter how much pain she felt on her body, it was far less painful than her heart.
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Seeing the man as handsome as a god standing at the door, everyone froze in place as if they were petrified.
Mojia's cold eyes swept over them one by one, and finally landed in the corner.
The horrifying aura of frost around him gradually turned into ice, piercing the air. A cluster of blue flames slowly appeared in the black pupils, burning faintly.
"Master..." Sister Zhong hurriedly came over and wanted to explain, but was shocked by the coldness in his eyes.
He raised his feet and walked towards the corner step by step.
Huanhuan's ponytail was torn messily, and several tears were ripped out of her clothes, exposing a large area of skin. The originally fair and delicate skin was bruised and bruised.
Seeing the tall body standing in front of her, she raised her head little by little. Those bright eyes that looked like they had been soaked in water looked at him for a moment. Gradually, tears welled up from the corners of her eyes and trickled down her red and swollen cheeks.
.
I had obviously endured it for a long time, but the moment I saw him, I finally broke through.
Choking with sobs, she said word for word, "I didn't, I really didn't."
His eyes touched her tears, and his heart suddenly shook.
He frowned, and without asking why, he directly took off his coat and wrapped it around her almost exposed delicate body.
There was a sound of inhalation in the side hall, and Su Ziyin gritted her teeth with hatred. She stood up suddenly, walked over, pointed at Huanhuan and said, "If you steal my bag, everyone will get the stolen goods. It's useless even if you refuse to admit it! Thief,...
He’s just a thief!”
Mo Jia was startled, and then he directly pulled Su Huanhuan up and pushed her to his chest. His cold and waveless eyes swept over Su Ziyin, lightly, without any emotion, and without a trace, "Whatever she wants, she can do it."