Chapter 118: Take My Trump Card

"Let go of me!" Fang Qing'er finally woke up from her reverie and started struggling.

"Let go? No. From now on, you're my maid," Xiang Shaoyun said unrelentingly. Those words were not only for the ears of Fang Qing'er but for everyone present.

"You..." Fang Qing'er's face flushed red when she heard that.

For some reason, the urge to bow before the man before her was growing in her heart, to the point she could no longer suppress it. The urge grew like wild weeds that couldn't be fully exterminated no matter what one did.