Substitute Bride Phoenix, The Tyrant’s Pampered Demon Empress

“Young Miss… I’m too busy to tend to this. F-f-find someone else,” cried a servant boy with a trembling voice, as looked at Qing’Er with a completely shocked look on his face. Flustered, he grabbed a rag and then started frantically wiping everywhere.

Qing’Er stared at him in fixation with burning anxiety in her heart.

With both hands upon her hips, she angrily exclaimed, “Do you know who’s upstairs?”

“Young Miss, it doesn’t matter who it is, I’m currently really busy and cannot step away. I beg you let me go!” Begged the servant boy.

He hung his head in guilt, then enthusiastically wiped the clean table.

Qing’Er summoned her strength and suddenly viciously kicked the servant boy. “Coward!” She yelled.

“Ahhh! Young Miss, your kick hurt!” Bawled the servant boy, as he hugged his leg with both hands.

Qing’Er shot him an angry look, then spun around to leave.

None of them will help her, so all she could do was carry the water on her own.

Han Moxi’s eyes shifted, as he looked at Qing’Er with a sincere look on his face. “Miss, do I look like someone who deceives people?”

Qing’Er looked at Han Moxi’s appearance and flatly said, “You can’t tell with swindlers.”

Han Moxi thought about it with sweat running down his face and laughed. “Miss, I’ll prove that I’m not a swindler with real actions.”

Qing’Er shot Han Moxi a glance. If this person is kind-hearted enough to help her, then would she not be wrongly accusing a good person?

When she thought about Liu Rushuang, all other thoughts slipped her mind. “Hurry! Let’s go!” She cried urgently.

“Miss, I wonder what kind of person in that room needs this water?” Asked Han Moxi with a face full of curiosity.

“So you’re concerned about the person inside?” Asked Qing’Er threateningly as she glared at Han Moxi.

“No, Miss. You’ve misunderstood. I was just a little curious,” retorted Han Moxi quickly.

Qing’Er stared at the sincere look on Han Moxi’s face and pointed at his nose.

“You best not have any ill thoughts. Otherwise, don’t blame me for treating you rudely.”

“Yes!” Replied Han Moxi repeatedly.