Hearing this, all the blood in Ye Jinghe's body froze in an instant. His hands clenched tightly within his sleeves, and cold sweat involuntarily trickled down. Could it be that the nightmare was about to come true?
When Ye Jinghe opened his mouth, he only then realized how terribly parched his voice sounded:
"Old Madam wishes to see me? Then, Uncle An, allow me to first go report to the Young Master—"
"Hmph! When the mistress wants to see you, there's no time for all that dawdling!"
An Xin leaned close to Ye Jinghe and gave a cold smile:
"Boy, relying on a glib tongue in this household isn't a skill worth bragging about. Today I'll teach you a lesson! Men, take him away!"
The moment An Xin finished speaking, two burly servants stepped forward and seized Ye Jinghe's arms from both sides, gripping him like great iron clamps, squeezing until it hurt terribly!
Ye Jinghe felt a chill run through his entire body as he was hoisted up and carried along