138 Does he still care about his face?

How should one save oneself when they were caught red handed in the act of gossiping about others?

This was an emergency…

Nian Xiaomu's smile froze.

She opened her mouth, but could not think of what to say. As if the wires had short circuited in her brain, she blurted out the thoughts that she had been wanting to say, "Young Master, could you give me my bonus first?"

She wanted to slap herself silly the moment she finished her sentence.

She was requesting for a salary bonus right after she had offended him a moment ago—wasn't she clearly courting death?

However, words that were spoken were like water that had been spilled—they couldn't be retracted. She would have to put a bold face on.

She changed Xiao Liuliu's dressing swiftly and stood up from the sofa. With the notebook she had been carrying around all the time in her hand, she walked forward.

She opened it in front of Yu Yuehan.