"Miss Ji is joking, right? Are you looking for Mrs. Lu?" the butler asked with a stiff upper lip, in a downcast, servile tone.
"That's right, I'm here for her, where is she now? Have her come out to see me immediately."
No sooner had Ji Yao's words fallen than a soft, weak cough reached her ears.
"Sister, I'm right here, what is it that you want to talk to me about? Just speak to me directly, don't make it hard on others."
Ji Zimo put on an act like a white lotus, looking so pitiful that one could hardly bear to see it.
As expected, when the butler saw Ji Zimo in this state, he cursed Ji Yao in his heart for not knowing how to pity and cherish jade.
"Enough, I don't want to play these useless overt and covert games with you, just tell me, are you the one manipulating things behind the scenes with my mother's situation?"
Ji Yao said this while walking toward Ji Zimo, her eyes seeming to harbor a chilling pond, radiating coldness.