Ji Zhanbai's eyes were full of anger, and there were red marks on his arms and chest. How could someone be burned like this accidentally?
"Why don't you see a doctor?"
"I...are just minor injuries, unnecessary!" the woman replied with tears in her eyes.
"Idiot!" Ji Zhanbai's anger was extinguished a lot. He took off his clothes and wrapped Mu Qingchi's body. He picked up his cell phone and dialed, "Send me some burn ointment."
Soon a servant brought burnt ointment. Ji Zhanbai applied the ointment to Mu Qingchi with his own hands. While applying it, he asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt! It doesn't hurt very much, it's bearable."
"Stupid!" Ji Zhanbai looked at the red marks on her delicate skin and felt inexplicably distressed.
The servants of the Ji family are all trained and will never spill soup on their masters. He thought of the situation when Xiaolan stopped him to complain, and his eyes turned cold.
"What did you and Ji Yin do today?"
"No! We didn't do anything!" Mu Qingchi shook his head in panic.
"Did Ji Yin buy you some snacks?"
"No, it was a snack that my second brother bought for the old man. I was hungry, so I asked him for some. Later, my second brother gave me a glass of milk... and I met him while walking in the garden and said a few words...
...Later Xiaolan spilled the soup on me, and my second brother helped me give her a few words..."
"That's all?" Ji Zhanbai's eyes became colder and colder. Feeling the cold air emanating from his body, Mu Qingchi became more and more frightened.
"That's all, we really didn't do anything, can you believe me?"
"Haha!" Ji Zhanbai sneered. He was not a fool and he immediately understood the cause and effect.
How dare a servant take advantage of him! Seeking death!
After complaining, Xiaolan happily waited for the result in the servant's room. Seeing Jiang Jingyao's swallowing her anger, she probably didn't dare to tell the truth. Even if she told her, no one would believe her.
After all, she has such a bad reputation and has harmed the eldest young master.
The eldest young master has a bad temper and unpredictable moods. There is enough for her to drink a pot tonight, she thought happily, when there was a knock on the door.
Xiaolan opened the door and found bodyguard Amin standing at the door. As soon as she opened her mouth to ask, she received a slap on the face.
Ah Yu was unambiguous in his actions, and Xiaolan felt that half of her face suddenly became angry.
Then there was another kick, Xiaolan was kicked and flew out, and bounced back when she hit the wall.
Ah Fu walked in with a expressionless expression, like a ferocious god, sealed her collar, and carried Xiaolan out of the room like a hawk carrying a chicken, and threw her on the ground.
Xiaolan fell to the ground and was dizzy for a while before recovering. She raised her head from the ground and saw the servants of the Ji family's old house standing neatly in two rows.
Ah Mi raised his foot and kicked Xiaolan's chin, and asked sinisterly: "Did you use that hand to burn the young lady today?"
"I...I..." Xiaolan was stunned. Shouldn't she be the one to punish that bitch Jiang Jingyao? Why is it now she is the one to punish her?
She was still trying to find an excuse, but Ah Mi's foot stepped on her arm without any benefit. A hoarse, lung-splitting scream rang out, and Xiaolan lost one of her arms.
A'ma's eyes flashed across the faces of all the servants, and his cold voice sounded without any emotion.
"This is the consequences of contempt for the master. You all have a good idea. If anyone dares to be disrespectful to the young lady again, she will be an example!"
