Yang Meixin turned around with a smile and raised the box in her hand: "Yangbing, if you dare to touch my Fengdiewu again, I will definitely kill you!"

Yangbing seemed to have lost the treasure and cried even more sadly.

After Yang Meixin took the people away, Yang Pozi and others helped her up.

"Miss, why are you confused? Don't you know that Feng Diewu is the lifeblood of Miss Xin?"

"That's right...not to mention you, even the young master and the queen will not easily dance the butterfly..."

“…”

Pooh Yang glared at everyone impatiently: "Enough, Miss is already sad enough, you are still fanning the flames!!"

She carefully stroked Yangbing's cheek and lowered her voice.

"Miss, I can't tell the Queen and the Young Master about this. After all,... you were wrong first... You said you wanted to give the high priest a gift, and I thought you were going to give your own painting. Who would have thought... how did you steal Miss Chin's Phoenix Butterfly Dance?!"

"I...I saw that the high priest liked the butterfly dance, so... I thought of giving it to him to make him happy..."

Yangbing looked aggrieved and tears flowed.

"Actually, I also know that Sister Xin likes Fengdiewu and will not give it to me... That's why I stole it..."

Mrs. Yang sighed silently, and called the two mothers to take Yang Bing down to get to know each other, and walked towards Ling Luoyu himself.

"Miss Yan..."

Ling Luoyu stood with a smile: "Grandma Yang has something to say..."

"I know... in your heart, you don't regard Miss Bing as your master, but... for reason, she is your master! When the master is in trouble, we should save her regardless of everything... Even if we are crushed to pieces, we must be loyal to our master..."

"Yes, I agree with Mrs. Yang's words..."

Ling Luoyu took care of his head and looked serious.

"As a servant, you must have the obligation and belief to be loyal to your master..."

"Then why didn't you do it just now?"

Poma Yang's face was full of displeasure.

"You stand here and watch the lady be bullied..."

Ling Luoyu raised his fingertips and smiled unpredictable: "Grandma Yang, I think... you may have misunderstood what I mean!"

Mrs. Yang's pupils shrank: "...what is the misunderstanding?"

"What I just said, agree with you...it's just the first half..."

Ling Luoyu shook his fingertips gently, and the void fell, as if he had cut off something, but he threw away the things behind him in disgust.

"What you said before... I did not treat Miss Bing as my master's words, I agree..."

Poma Yang: “…”

"Because for Miss Bing, I am more like her friend..."

"Friend? Since you are friends, why don't you stand up for your friends? Instead, you're watching her be bullied?"

"That's because I can't afford to offend..."

“…”

"Grandma Yang, that Miss Xin, has a similar status to Miss Bing... Can I afford to mess with her?"

Poma Yang was angry: "Didn't you just say that you don't treat yourself as a servant?"

"Yes... I didn't treat myself as a slave, but it doesn't mean that I'm going to cause trouble!"

A innocent smile appeared on the corner of Ling Luoyu's lips, and he felt a little burning, and he met Yang Pozi's eyes.

"If I had taken action just now... Is there a second ending except for being beaten like you, who was so beaten up all over the ground and unable to get up?!"

Mrs. Yang took a breath and was speechless for a moment.
Chapter completed!