Leng Yichen had just descended the stairs when Su Ninglu rushed forward, wrapping her arms around his arm, "Yichen, what should I do? I've messed up the movie project this time."
Her expression anxious, she wore a look of self-reproach, contrition in her demeanor that made her seem pitiable.
When Tea Sister saw her actions, she showed displeasure, "Young Master, the old madam asked me to inquire whether the young madam's meal should be sent later or now."
Leng Yichen expressionlessly withdrew his arm, "Wait a while longer, Tea Sister, you go upstairs first."
"Miss Su, my apologies for any lack of hospitality, please feel free to do as you please." Tea Sister glanced at Su Ninglu's hands and emotionlessly went upstairs.
This angered Su Ninglu immensely. She was just a servant, how dare she show such an attitude to her? The first thing she would do after marrying into the Leng Family would be to fire Tea Sister.
Su Ninglu silently swore to herself.