Jin Jingsen! Pay Me More, Damn It!

Tang Wan'er's thoughts were exposed by Li Zhi's few words, causing her face to flush red, as if she had swallowed hot coals.

She was at a loss for words, unable to retort.

The maidservants watched the scene unfold, their eyes gleaming with schadenfreude.

Li Zhi played with the smiling lychees on the table, delicately peeling their red shells with her fair, slender fingers, revealing the tender white flesh inside.

Her fingers, as pale as jade, were even more enticing than the lychee flesh.

Jin Jingsen's gaze darkened, his throat rolling uneasily.

Li Zhi held a piece of lychee flesh and playfully fed it to Old Madam Jin, saying, "Open your mouth, Mommy!"

While feeding Old Madam Jin, Li Zhi casually raised her gaze and glanced at Tang Wan'er.

"Besides, isn't labor the same regardless of status? What's the difference between maidservants and us? Aren't we all honorable workers?"