The conversation seemed to reach its natural conclusion at this point.
However, the old lady didn't even glance at her this time. Li Yanran was tormented with inner anxiety, but she dared not behave impudently.
The indifference of the old lady choked her grievances in her chest. Alone she sat by the table, watching the old lady feigning sleep to recuperate. The handkerchief in her hand was nearly shredded in her grasp.
"Miss, would you like some tea?" Nanny Qilan ventured to break the stiff silence pervading the room. She looked at Li Yanran smile, a picture of affability, not a hint of impatience showing.
Li Yanran, however, felt the impulse to slap her.
A mere servant, relying on the old lady's authority, had the audacity to dismiss her, the legitimate miss of the household.