Jiang Qumei's expression had completely darkened, "You have some nerve, daring to produce substandard products that harm people, you deserve more than death!"
"Bring someone here, give them a hundred Shawei Sticks first!"
"At once!"
Several Marquis Manor Guards drew their batons and were about to push Han Chengye and Han Yaru to the ground.
The two turned deathly pale with fright.
"Lady, could there... could there be some misunderstanding?"
"Yes, even if you must punish us, at least let us understand why!"
Before Jiang Qumei could respond, Zhou Zhengyang spoke up, "What misunderstanding? It was your secret recipe that led to the product that damaged the Lady's appearance. If not you, then who should we punish!"
"Facial damage?!"
Han Chengye and Han Yaru were dumbfounded.
Only then did they notice that half of Jiang Qumei's face was severely swollen, almost disfigured.
At this, Han Chengye and Han Yaru completely panicked.