Chapter 8

She still knows the truth of keeping a low profile and keeping a low profile.

However, it's one thing to pretend to be silly. She doesn't want to be the scapegoat of Shen Jiayi and Shen Jiawei when she sees Shen Feng tomorrow.

Thinking about the situation that will be faced tomorrow, Shen Yanxiao squints his eyes and raises a sly smile on his lips.

Idiots, there are also benefits of idiots!

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If Shen Jiayi's brothers and sisters let Shen Yanxiao realize how humble her identity is now, then her positioning of "humble" has been renewed once again.

In the early morning, two 17-8-year-old maids roughly kicked open her door. Without any respect, they picked up the girl who was still in bed to mend her sleep. It seemed that she was not the seventh lady at all, but the most humble servant in the Zhuque family.

"It's such a big person, and they need to be waited on to dress and wash. I really think I'm a big lady." The slightly mean servant girl rudely picked off Shen Yanxiao's single clothes, and there was no gentleness to put a neat suit on her. The strength of her hand was not gentle, and her face was even more dissatisfied.

"If it wasn't for the master to see her today, who would come to serve her when he was free? I don't know how the master thinks about it. It's a shame to raise such an idiot in the house." Another maid pulled Shen Yanxiao's hair and combed it casually.

They are not so much waiting for Shen Yanxiao to change clothes and wash, as they are torturing.

"No, it's a waste of food at all. I'm afraid I won't let this idiot go easily this time."

"It's the best way to solve such a disgrace. You don't know that people outside are secretly using this idiot as a joke, not less satirizing our house. "

Two servant girls complained to the sky, without any taboo.

The whole Zhuque family, in addition to its owner Shen Feng, who also estimates the blood of Shen Yanxiao, others simply regard the existence of Shen Yanxiao as a burden. I wish the disgrace of the Zhuque family had died earlier. The existence of such a stain has insulted the sacred and inviolable status of the Zhuque family.

Hard words came to Shen Yanxiao's ears in an endless stream. The 14-year-old didn't have any waves on his face. He was ignorant of the bright eyes. He looked at the two servants with no distinction between dignity and inferiority, as if he didn't understand the shame in their mouth at all.

After a while of tossing, Shen Yanxiao finally dressed up, and two servant girls immediately grabbed her and went to the main house of Zhuque family.

Along the way, Shen Yanxiao lets them pull their clothes, without any resistance, but under those seemingly ignorant eyes, they flash a sly flash.

When they came to the door of the main house, the two servant girls immediately threw the hot potato to the porter and left without looking back.

No one noticed that at the moment when the two servant girls turned around and left, the two small bags with big palms had been transferred from their waists to the cuffs of some little guy.

Shen Yanxiao quietly put the first "income" into his arms, and silently followed the waiter with a taut face into the main house.

When she stepped into the main house and the door behind her gradually closed, she said "where's my purse!" With the heavy closing of the door, the scream of panic was locked out of the main house.