Yes, Xu Ziqing has never amounted to much in Ye Che's eyes.
To call her a dog would be to elevate her status, she's at most a dogskin plaster.
Ye Che couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on her. He withdrew his gaze, carelessly grabbed one of her bags, and tossed it out of the villa's main gate, then elegantly turned and walked to his bedroom without looking back.
Aunt Xu, who already had a bone to pick with Xu Ziqing, scoffed at the thought of such a woman trying to replace Xia Weiyi and take the position of the Ye Family's Young Mistress.
That's utterly delusional!
With a disdainful snort, her tone indifferent, she said, "Miss Xu, please, I'll take you to the dogs' 'little attic' now."
Xu Ziqing looked at all the servants covering their mouths, laughing at her misfortune; she snorted and stamped her feet a couple of times in frustration, then ran out of Xinhong Garden with tears in her eyes.
......
Xia Weiyi felt she was going mad.
