Mother Wang, have you ever seen a fist the size of a claypot?

On mother Wang's face, there was an expression of "as expected."

In fact, she had guessed at a glance that this girl was probably the child of a servant in li garden.

After all, in mother Wang's opinion, the management of li garden was a mess.

There was no distinction between the master and the servants, and the entire Manor was a mess without any rules.

"Since it's not anyone, then quickly leave. You're just a little girl, you don't have the right to interfere in these matters."

"Oh, really?" Ruan Mengmeng laughed, revealing her dimples.

When she smiled, the corners of her lips curved up slightly, and she looked very pretty.

However, the next second, her right hand suddenly loosened.

The lamp in her hand fell at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It looked like it was going to hit the ground in the next second.