Things were getting ugly faster than expected, even Tong Tong who had been feeling sleepy had woken up, silently listening.
"Young master, I will do it. I'm here, I will do it." Xinglan hurriedly said, rushing back to take the plate. But Anthony ignored her.
"Why? Do you feel too big to wash the plates? Are they above the high and mighty princess? I have not punished you for splashing hot soup on Tong Tong and scarring her face. I think it's time to give you some home training."
His cold voice filled with a hint of cruelty terrified her, and her eyes went wide with disbelief. Anthony grabbed her by the collar, lifting her to her feet as if she weighed nothing.
"Young master, why are you doing this?"
Anthony scoffed and moved his hand to her throat, slightly tightening it.
