Bittersweet
The Maid Ah Yu
To scrape together the money for my younger brother’s treatment, my father sold me to Yihong Tower.
On the eve of the day I was going to be forced to receive clients, Miss Zhao bought me.
Miss Zhao is my benefactor.
If she tells me to stab someone, I immediately sharpen the knife first.
If she tells me to set a fire, I ask her whether ten barrels of lamp oil will be enough.
If she tells me to go on a matchmaking date in her place…
Huh??
My eyes went as wide as bronze bells, and I asked Miss Zhao in horror, “What if Young Master Pei takes a liking to me?”
