Wang Fu? At this moment, Wang Fu, the chief steward of the Su Mansion, was standing in the courtyard, directly opposite the hall, hesitating.
When he heard his wife shouting, Wang Fu paled and walked into the hall holding his robe, "Madam..."
"Take this Sangmenxing for me! I want to see how much trouble she dares to make!" Wang Sumei screamed.
Su Yin kicked the servant again, and when the servant screamed in pain, Su Yin scolded him, "You bitch! How dare you bark!"
Wang Sumei was so angry that she was trembling all over, her fingers tightly clasped on the table.
The second lady, Zhao Huimin, also had a pale face and stared at Su Yin's back as if she no longer recognized her.
Wang Fu stepped forward, took a deep breath, walked quickly to the side of the eldest lady Wang Sumei, and whispered, "Madam, Lao Wang dared to say that Su Ziyin is still the prime minister's flesh and blood, and now the prime minister is doting on this mother and son.
You two, it would be unwise for Madam to get angry with them at this time."
Wang Sumei glanced at Wang Fu from the corner of her eyes, and the latter took a step back and lowered his head without saying a word.
"Unwise?" Wang Sumei repeated in a low voice, turning to look at Su Yin who was standing in front of the hall shaking his legs and shaking the chicken grease stuck on his shoes. Suddenly, a breath was blocked in his chest and he couldn't vent it.
Wang Fu drooped his eyelids again and said, "Madam, please think again."
Su Yin suddenly turned to look at the third young lady, Su Wenting, who was clutching her clothes tightly at the moment, her face lowered and she didn't know what she was thinking.
"Third Sister." Su Yin raised a smile and walked up to Su Wenting, "Third Sister, my mother said she took this bowl of chicken soup away because you didn't want it. Is that true?"
Su Wenting's whole body tensed up and she raised her eyes to look at the boy opposite.
In the past, Su Wenting would never have taken Su Yin seriously, and she would never have been so helpless in front of her. But today, she lied first and saw Su Yin violently beating someone up again, which really shocked her.
Now that Su Ziyin was asking her in person, she always felt that there was something sinister about Su Ziyin's smile, so her whole body was tense and she didn't know how to answer.
"I just put my words here today, God is watching what people do. If my mother is unjustly accused and beaten brutally today, my skills are not something I was born to admire." Su Yin said, squinting.
He looked at Su Wenting and moved his wrists.
Presumptuous... too presumptuous... Su Wenting kept repeating this sentence in her heart. She glanced at the servant who was beaten and disfigured. Her face was pale and she said, "Yes, I told Cui'er to throw it away because I thought it was greasy.
"
Su Yin grinned. After all, she was a seventeen-year-old girl, so she couldn't help but scare her.
Zhao Huimin immediately pinched her daughter secretly, but the latter bit her lip and shed tears.
This scene was all seen by Yuan Yi, who had just stepped into the courtyard. He didn't even move, he just stood by the flower bed and watched the Su family's farce.
Su Yin turned around and looked at the maid named Cui'er.
The little maid was dressed in an emerald green robe with lily petals embroidered on it, and she looked even more decently dressed than Song Lan.
Seeing this, Cui'er unconsciously took a step back and said in horror, "Slave, this slave is..." As she said that, she turned to look at the eldest lady.
Wang Sumei stood up suddenly, slapped Cui'er on the face, and said with shame and anger, "Despicable thing! How dare you talk nonsense in front of the master!"
Cui'er was stunned by the slap and knelt down, "Slave, slave..."
Wang Sumei kicked her in the chest and said in a sharp voice, "You bitch! If you don't shut your mouth, believe it or not, I will tear you apart!"