"Young … Young Master!" The servant was caught off guard and immediately knelt down on the ground with a plop, scared.
Just seeing him was enough to strike that much fear?
He walked over step by step, observing the servant trembling on the ground like a sifting chaff, his gaze cold as ice spikes, "What are you panicking about?"
The servant didn't dare to lift his head, "Nothing … nothing …"
"If it's nothing, then why are you running? Do you want me to throw you into the pond and feed you to the fish?" His voice suddenly turned vicious, and he violently yanked the servant from the ground and hurled him toward the fish pond.
That fish pond was no ordinary pond—it was home to several man-eating fish.
Seeing this, the servant was petrified and let out a scream. In mid-air, he clutched desperately at his master's arm, "I'll talk, I'll talk, Young Master, I'll tell you, the young madam is missing, she's gone!"
What?
The young madam is missing?
