If You're Done Talking, Get Lost!

Lu Ming felt that he was wrong, but it was already too late.

Zhao Chuchu did not care about the Xia clan at all. His previous confidence was gone.

A single glance from Zhao Chuchu had already made him tremble in fear.

He did not know how Zhao Chuchu had honed such a frightening killing intent. Was this something a young maiden should have?

"Miss Zhao, the Xia clan does have its faults. Isn't that precisely why it should be restructured? Your mother used to manage the Xia clan well. Now, Old Mr. Xia hopes that you will return to help him do the same. As a butler, I am already old. There are many things beyond my ability to handle. We need a person like you to properly manage the clan..."

"Have you said enough?" Zhao Chuchu interrupted Lu Ming's grand speech.