Looking at the wild scrawl of black characters on the paper, Ah Dai's hand suddenly shook violently; this was the most sinister sign-off she had ever seen.
Isn't this supposed to be a civilized society? Why does it seem like the Young Madam is still living in barbaric times?
Noticing Ah Dai's hesitation, Ou Lan was quite displeased, "You're not going yet? Are you waiting for Zhan Xiaotuo to pull out all the grass in the castle?"
But Ah Dai was still hesitating. She slowly lifted her head, her fine eyebrows twisted into a pronounced "Sichuan" character, "Young… Young Madam, are you sure about using this sign-off?"
Ou Lan looked at her coldly, her tone even colder, "Do you think I lack authority in this house, or do you think my words lack cultural flair?"
Ah Dai was so frightened she immediately shook her head, "No, no, no, neither!"
