My Stomach Hurts...

Her attitude angered Zhang Hong. She flew into a rage saying, "Ms. Qiao! Do you not realize what position you're currently in?!"

As she finished speaking, Zhang Hong turned around swiftly and said, "Since you are so stubborn, you can jolly well continue to starve!"

Bang!

The door closed.

Qiao Lian laid on the bed and heard the voices of the other servants emanating from behind the door.

"Sister Zhang, there's something wrong about this, right?"

Zhang Hong replied, "What's wrong about this? Did you already forget about how she haughtily spilled milk on the carpet the other day? If we do not take care of her now, how can we survive the upcoming days while we are still servants in this house?"

"… But- but ultimately, she is still Sir's lawfully wedded wife."