The butler did not dare to speak his mind. He just looked at the floor, letting his master vent her anger.
"He did not even care to ask what illness I had. Bastard." Old Madam Bai cursed Bai Xiang.
"Old Madam, they asked about it. What kind of illness do you have, and who is the pharmacist that treats you?" The butler stated.
"Just that? How about the expense of the treatment? Did he say anything about that?" Old Madam Bai asked.
"Well... No... He did not say anything." The butler smacked the table.
The butler looked at the table. He was relieved that the table could stand the smack. Otherwise, they needed to change the table.
"Mother, what is going on here?" Han Yunru and her daughters came to see Old Madam Bai.
There were pieces of glass on the floor. It seemed Old Madam Bai threw the teacup again. It became a pattern. When Old Madam Bai got angry, she would throw the teacup.
