Annihilating Mu Xiaoxiao

From the looks of it, the phone had been broken into two pieces, and the screen had split too. It was useless even if she picked it up for her mistress to use, but the domestic helper didn't dare to defy her order. She picked up the damaged phone obediently and presented it to her mistress with two hands.

Han Xue'er picked it up, glanced at it, and threw it at her in a fit of rage. "You piece of garbage! How am I supposed to use this damaged trash! Scram! You'll be the death of me!"

The phone had hit the domestic helper's head, and she had fallen onto the ground. Aggrieved, she really wanted to cry but could only grit her teeth and bear it.

"Butler!" she commanded sharply.

The fat middle-aged butler hurried over obsequiously. "Mistress Xue'er, is there anything I can help you with?"