Chapter 40

Yisha took a big bite of the fried dough stick and rolled her eyes at Hu Yifei.

Hu Yifei knew that this little thing would not reconcile with him easily.

"Sasha looks good in the school uniform." Hu Yifei unexpectedly praised Yisha.

He had made a promise to her the day before yesterday, and he had offended her yesterday, so no matter how unhappy he was, he had to listen to this little ancestor.

Young Master's praise surprised Nanny Zhang. What was going on between them? Young Master had repeatedly ordered her not to wear the school uniform. Today, not only did he not object, he even praised her.

"Nanny Zhang, Sasha, good morning!" At this time, Hu Yifei's magnetic and gentle voice came from upstairs.

Nanny Zhang looked up. "Good morning, Young Master."

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She immediately thought, looking at the situation, did Miss and Young Master quarrel again last night?

Otherwise, Miss would not be acting so abnormally today.

"Miss, your eyes are so swollen. Nanny Zhang will apply hot water for you."

Nanny Zhang did not ask why, but went straight to get hot water for her.

After Nanny Zhang brought the hot water, she wrung a hot towel and gently wet it around Yisha's eyes.

"Nanny Zhang does not dote on Miss as much as Young Master." Nanny Zhang smiled.

In her eyes, Yisha was just a child.

She hoped that Young Master would not take her seriously.

"No, Nanny Zhang dotes on me the most."

Yisha smiled at Nanny Zhang and leaned her head on her shoulder.

Nanny Zhang heard this and quickly went to Miss and carefully reminded her, "Miss, you can't let Young Master hear this. You know Young Master's temper. He usually dotes on Miss, but if he really gets angry, Miss will be at a disadvantage."

Nanny Zhang was telling the truth. Although Young Master doted on Miss, Miss would not have a good time if she really angered Young Master.

When Miss lived in the Hu family's old mansion, Ninth Concubine especially disliked her, so she always bullied her. In order to take revenge on Ninth Concubine, she sneaked into Ninth Concubine's room in the middle of the night and burned Ninth Concubine's clothes.

"Nanny Zhang, you dote on Sasha the most." Yisha pouted and chewed on the fried dough stick, glancing upstairs from time to time. She was very sad.

She thought that in the future, she would really be at odds with Seventh Brother.

Auntie Zhang's face turned pale with fright when she saw her young mistress like this.

Nanny Zhang saw that Yisha's eyes were swollen, as if she had been crying for a long time.

She had thought it through last night. No matter how much she wanted to be Seventh Brother's obedient sister, he would always interfere with her. He even wanted to control how she dressed and how she made friends. Not only that, he even used dirty means to force her to give up her dream.

Therefore, from today onwards, she could do whatever she wanted, and no one could stop her.

Therefore, when he should pamper Miss, he could pamper her to the heavens, but when he shouldn't pamper her, the Young Master would never tolerate it.

Young Master had clearly stated that Yisha was not allowed to wear the school uniform. She could only wear the long coat that she had sewn herself. Young Miss wore the school uniform today. Would Young Master forgive her?

"So what if you heard me?

Are you going to shoot me? "Yisha ignored Nanny Zhang's reminder and deliberately raised her voice to shout towards the stairs.

"Come on, shoot me." The young master flew into a rage. That time, the young miss's butt almost blossomed.

Young Master was a fair and clear person. Otherwise, with so many people in the army, who would obey him and listen to his orders and commands if he didn't establish his prestige?

"In the future, I can wear whatever I want, and no one can stop me!"

Yisha picked up a fried dough stick and put it in her mouth to chew. She looked indifferent as she responded to Nanny Zhang.

"It smells so good."

Nanny Zhang's fried dough sticks were getting better and better.

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