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Xiaolan decisively shook her head.

They, as maidservants, were intimately familiar with their Miss's temperament.

If Miss were truly angry, she'd skewer Lee Yun with a hairpin or engage him with a smile, conversing as if they were old friends reunited after years. At the opportune moment, Miss would devise a way to end him.

But not like now, with her chest heaving in fury