The maid named Miss Lian raised her eyebrows and cursed coldly: "The roof is leaking, and the windows here are broken. How do you plan to clean up? The lady is already weak, and if it is stained with the cold, you can bear it.

Take responsibility?"

The tall woman lowered her head with awkward expression, but she didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Miss Lian calmed down." The short woman hurriedly made a smooth move and whispered: "It's been a storm outside, so you can't let your wife sit in the carriage all the time."

Miss Lian looked at the dirty ground with a tense face and walked towards Zhan Feiyu on tiptoe, "This girl, my wife is weak and she is still taking a nap in the carriage at this moment.

The dilapidated temple is too dilapidated and simple. I wonder if the girl can give up the place."

Although it was quite polite, Miss Lian's expression was a noble gift and charity. After saying that, she took out a purse, "There are fifty taels of silver notes here, so please give me some convenience. My wife must be grateful.

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Before Zhan Feiyu could speak, Miss Lian put her purse on a short table, looked back at the two women and urged sternly: "Why are you still standing stupid? Come here and clean up the place a little!"

Is this a forced sale? Zhan Feiyu looked at the two mothers who didn't know what to do, then looked at the maid with a high posture, and smiled and said, "This dilapidated temple is not my family, your wife is willing to come here.
Chapter completed!