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Xia Yihan swallowed the remaining half of her yawn forcefully. At the same time, because she had been caught red-handed as a thief, her face immediately turned completely red.

She habitually bit her lip and said softly, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye. I won't do this anymore."

Her face was flushed, her eyes were troubled, and her wide maid's uniform showed two semicircles of white at the neck. This appearance, no matter how you looked at it, made the man want to protect him, but also want to ruthlessly bully and ravage him.

Ye Mo's gaze was fixed on her eyes, and she heard the sound of her heart beating in fear, which was especially loud.

She lowered her head, avoiding his strange eyes. He stretched out his hand a little towards her, clenched it into a fist, withdrew it, pursed his lips, and left.

Leaving just like that?

She thought he was going to make things difficult for her, or ask her to come into the room and stay on duty or something.

He didn't say anything.

After he left, Xia Yihan took a deep breath and silently prayed in her heart: "Little Jun, please help me. Make Director Ye come here early."

She lowered her heart and continued wiping the floor until not a speck of dust could be seen on the white cloth.

The security guard on duty went to lock the door, yawned, and went back to sleep.

Xia Yihan guessed that Ye Mo must have also gone to sleep, so she quietly went to the bathroom to take out the hidden rags and needle and thread and spread them on the floor.

Fortunately, they were in a hurry. The cloth they cut was not particularly fragmented, and was still big and big.

She parted the rags according to the two skirts, put one of them together, and began to sew.

The work was huge, and she knew that if the needlework looked obvious, the housekeeper would find fault with it. That was why the stitches were so small.

She was glad that she had done this when she was young. She was still very skilled at it. It was just that the lights in the hall had already been turned off. The current lights were a bit dim, so she could not see clearly, which made it difficult for her.

After an unknown period of time, her drowsiness grew heavier and heavier. She propped up her stiff eyelids, and many times, the needle had pierced into her hand.

If it hurt, he would wake up a bit more.

After Ye Mo finished his shower and reading, he turned on the computer in his room and clicked on the monitor in the hall. His gaze fell heavily on Xia Yihan, who was sitting on the floor.

It was dark, and he couldn't see what she was doing. He looked closely at the screen, and when he saw that she was sewing, he frowned imperceptibly.

Right at this moment, Xia Yihan was sleepy again. The sharp end of the needle had accurately pierced into the gap between her thumb, causing her to completely sober up from the intense pain.

She squeezed the tip of her finger so hard that blood oozed out, and her tears flowed with it.

The night was so deep that perhaps only then would she be able to let herself cry.

He had been holding back his tears for too long, and once they were released, he could no longer hold them back. Not daring to make a sound, she bit her lips and let the tears flow.

Ye Mo stared at the screen with a complicated look in his eyes.

His fists gradually tightened, tightened, and relaxed.

He picked up the phone on the tea table and skillfully dialed a few numbers. Soon, the butler's respectful voice came from the other side.

"Mr. Ye!"

"Our Ye Family needs servants to sew our own clothes?" he asked in a cold voice.

The butler was already in a daze, unable to make sense of the situation.

"Mr. Ye, I … I don't understand."

"Then listen carefully! "Tomorrow, I'll make two more sets of uniforms for Xia Yihan. She can wear anything before the uniforms come out."