She let go of the hand that was holding Xuanyuan Moze's arm, stepped forward, and came to Han Rong fearlessly. Her eyes were as cold as frost, and she scolded with a captivating momentum: "You are just a servant. Who gave you the right to act so presumptuous in front of the master?"
"You, you are an outsider, what qualifications do you have to speak here!"
Han Rong was so angry that his face turned ashen, his chest heaving violently, and his whole body was filled with murderous intent. He looked like he wanted to kill Feng Jiu, leaving no doubt that if Xuanyuan Moze hadn't been standing there, he would have probably taken action.
Feng Jiu sneered: "I am an outsider? Ha, how can I be better than a servant like you?"
"I watched Aze grow up!" he shouted angrily, clenching his fists.
"So what if you watched him grow up? Did you give birth to him? Or did you raise him? Did you watch him grow up? Just because you watched him grow up, you can no longer distinguish between superiors and inferiors? No longer distinguish between master and servant? Or, are you trying to use your kindness to ask for a reward?"
She approached step by step, speaking aggressively, causing Han Rong's face to turn from blue to black and then to red. He opened his mouth but could not utter a word. He only stared at Feng Jiu with angry eyes, as if he wanted to drink her blood and eat her flesh.
Xuanyuan Moze, who originally had a bad expression on his face, relaxed after hearing Fengjiu's words. A smile and doting flashed across his eyes. He did not say a word and let her handle it.
In the future she will be the mistress of this mansion. Although people in the mansion will recognize her because of him, it is hard to say whether they will really obey her. She must have the ability and courage to handle things.
Originally he was thinking about how to find an opportunity for her, but now Han Rong came to him personally, who else could be more suitable than him to be the one to make an example of her
Taking Han Rong, the head of the Black Prison, as a provocation, who in this mansion would dare to disobey her
"Aze, are you just going to let this witch humiliate Uncle Han like this?" He could no longer endure it and said to Xuanyuan Moze who was standing aside with an indifferent expression.
"What I saw was only you humiliating her, not her humiliating you." Xuanyuan Moze glanced at him expressionlessly with a gloomy look in his eyes, and said coldly: "Perhaps you should take a closer look at the rules of the mansion."
Hearing him call himself "Benjun" and addressing him with the word "you", Han Rong's heart sank. He knew that he would not listen to anything he said now. If he brought it up again, it would only make things more troublesome.
At that moment, he took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, tried his best to look calmer, and then said: "I understand, I'll take my leave first." After saying that, he bowed and turned around and said he was leaving without waiting for them to say anything.
Xuanyuan Moze stared at his back, his brows slightly furrowed, and it was unknown what he was thinking about.
Feng Jiu raised her eyebrows, a little surprised. Is it over just like that? She thought he would not be able to hold back and attack! It seems that this man's endurance is really strong! Even such a thing can be suppressed
Think about it from another perspective. A powerful man who was once highly respected in this mansion was suddenly reprimanded and had to suppress his anger and turn away. How much patience does it take to be able to do this
Moreover, the person who lectured him was her. Even though Xuanyuan Moze said that she would be the hostess here, she would not be the hostess until she entered the house. However, he endured it and left after being lectured by her. How could such ability be underestimated