After hearing this, Butler Jiang's face suddenly turned cold. He stared at Mrs. Zhao and took back the money bag he handed over.
Looking at the housekeeper's cold expression, Mrs. Zhao panicked and quickly shook her head and argued, "Ning'er, how could Auntie sell you? You must have been confused and heard it wrong..."
"Oh? No?"
Jiang Ning's eyes fell on Zhao's waist. Zhao felt guilty and subconsciously covered the cloth belt tied around her waist.