It is conceivable that one second this maid had dreamed of being an aunt and giving birth to Xiang Linghan's eldest son, but the next second she was facing such an experience.
Of course this maid was in a terrible mood.
As soon as she saw a strange maid dare to stop in front of her, the maid immediately became angry.
"My master ordered the slave to send a letter to Mrs. Hong, and asked the slave to tell Mrs. Hong that there are no obstacles in this world that are insurmountable, and living is the most important thing."
Hong Ling only had the idea of seeking death, and a divine "master" appeared here to let him live well.
No matter how devastated Hong Ling was, seeing this situation, she naturally became a little curious.
"What a shame, you dare to curse my master."
As soon as the eldest maid drank, she wanted to order the little boy to beat the stinky girl, since she didn't think she had anywhere to vent her anger.
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Hearing the eldest maid's words, Hong Ling frowned and felt for the first time that this maid was actually not what he wanted, and there were times when she was not what he wanted.
"Why did you call me Mrs. Hong?"
Hong Ling was sitting in the sedan chair, facing the little girl across the curtain. She, with her sharp ears, was very curious about the name the little girl called her.
"If Mrs. Hong wants to know, why not read the letter from the mistress of the maid's family first."
Seeing that Mrs. Hong did not leave, the little girl breathed a sigh of relief. The third lady was indeed very good at predicting Mrs. Hong's reaction.
"Madam, don't pay attention to this strange girl. God knows who sent her here and what bad intentions she has towards you, madam."
The eldest maid said unhappily.
During the previous period, the eldest maid was very favored by Hong Ling. Basically, the maid's words had the same power as Hong Ling's words.
Because of this, she was used to being domineering. Seeing that her wife suddenly refused to listen to her and wanted to talk to such a person who came out of nowhere, the maid's face turned dark.
"Bring the letter here."
Hong Ling thinks that in her situation, can she get worse than she is now?
More importantly, with her current condition, who would think twice about her? After all, she almost has nothing, right?
"Madam, you are too kind-hearted. We can't pay attention to people with unknown origins. What are you doing? Why don't you take Madam back to the Hong family!"
The eldest maid was so angry that she was good at making suggestions and asked the bearers to carry Hong Ling away.
"You are presumptuous, are you the master or am I the master?"
Hong Ling finally felt that there was something wrong with the attitude of her maid:
"No matter how much I pamper you on weekdays, you are nothing more than a slave. How dare you show off your maid's record in front of me?!"
"Madam, I don't have any slaves."
The eldest maid was startled and realized that she had been stupid today.
It's all the master's fault. He just sent his wife back to the Hong family, but he sent her away anyway.
If the master had greeted her in advance and told her what was going on, she wouldn't be so worried.
The eldest maid bent her knees and quickly begged Hong Ling for mercy.
"Bring the letter over yet."
Regarding her own private affairs, especially such scandalous matters, she failed to take care of the maids around her and dared to be so unbridled. Hong Ling took a breath and realized that she was not scolding the maid outside in front of everyone.