87 The Ass in the Lion Skin

Cheng Ling smiled when she heard what Wang Ma say confidently.

However, her smile was faint. She looked indifferent.

"Since she hired you, then you should go back and work for her. Anyway, you don't do any work here."

Hearing Cheng Ling's words, Wang Ma was embarrassed. She suddenly stood up and walked to the dining table, looking aggressive.

"Cheng Ling, what do you mean by this?"

"You dare to call me by my name? If I remember correctly, no matter what, I am still the master, and you are the servant, right?"

Wang Ma's lips moved, but she didn't say anything.

"As the saying goes, 'a dog bites on the strength of his master's position', do you know what it means, Wang Ma?"

How could Wang Ma not understand what Cheng Ling meant? Cheng Ling meant that she was a dog, and now she was using Xie Wan as her master to intimidate others.

Hearing Cheng Ling's words, Wang Ma became even angrier.