The aunt was very angry, pointing at Wen Ran's nose, and started cursing, "Who do you think you are? Get Li Jing'an out here for me!
Good heavens, now you're putting on airs too."
Li Jing'an clutched the door frame tightly, his chest heaving with anger.
"A mistress who can't see the light of day, asking me to cook for you, I feel like it dirties my hands!"
She spat, wanting to curse more.
But Wen Ran didn't give her the chance, snatched the lunchbox from the aunt's hand, and threw it at her.
In an instant, cabbage soup drenched her from head to toe.
"Clang~"
The lunchbox fell to the ground, the aunt stared, "You, you dare to lay hands on me?"
"Yes, I did," Wen Ran raised her hand and slapped her, "I love scrubbing toilets, you damn it, you take people's money to relieve their worries.
Whoever pays is the boss, you take money from others, don't say you have to serve them comfortably, and you still pick and choose?
