Seeing Xiaomeng hesitating in place, her face full of reluctance, Jiang Meiying's expression darkened even more.

She slapped the sofa next to her in annoyance, her sharp gaze fixed on Xiaomeng, her tone cold and dangerous: "Xiaomeng, what's wrong? Can't I even order you around now?"

The maid turned pale with fright and trembled like a leaf.

"Madam, please don't be angry. I'll go wake the young master right away. I'll go right away."

After saying that, she lifted her skirt and ran upstairs.

Watching the maid's hurried departure, Jiang Meiying rolled her eyes without any regard for her image.

"Honestly, you're making me angry."

After saying that, she took out a small mirror from her bag and looked at the corner of her eye.

"Don't you know that getting angry frequently accelerates aging? You really have no tact whatsoever."

*

Second floor.

The maid stood at the door of Jian Xuancheng's room, her brows furrowed, her face full of distress.

To call or not to call

If we don't call her, the lady is already waiting downstairs.

She was worried that if she called him, she wouldn't be able to handle the young master's morning grumpiness.

Waaaaah, she really is the most pitiful person in the world.

After standing there hesitating for a long time, the maid stamped her foot and finally reached out and gently knocked on the door a few times in a soft and sweet voice.

"Young Master, it's time to get up."

"..."

Seeing no response from the room, the maid bit her lip and was about to knock again when a loud bang came from inside.

"Bang--"

The maid was startled, and then an impatient roar came from the room.

"roll!"

The maid was so frightened that she took a step back, her eyes reddening slightly.

However, remembering the unfriendly-looking lady downstairs, she mustered her courage and gently knocked on the door a few more times.

"Young Master, it's already noon. It's time to get up and have lunch."

"..."

After waiting for a while and seeing that no one came to open the door, the maid decided to take a gamble.

Since she had already woken the young master up, she had to make sure he got up. Otherwise, she couldn't very well have the madam come over herself.

Thinking of this, the maid couldn't help but knock on the door a few more times with greater force.

"Young master, Madam is waiting for you downstairs."

After saying that, she pressed her face against the door, held her breath, and listened intently to the sounds coming from inside the room.

One second...

Two seconds...

Three seconds...

...

A full minute passed before the maid heard an angry voice from the room.

Holy crap!

Immediately following was the sound of slippers dragging on the floor.

The maid quickly took a step back, straightened her body, and wore a polite and generous smile.

"Snap—"

The door in front of her finally opened from the inside, and the maid blushed as she looked at the sleepy-eyed man who appeared before her.

She had always known that her young master was very handsome, but he was a very image-conscious person. He always wore expensive designer clothes, his hair was neat and meticulous, and he had a wicked and arrogant smile on his face, which made him seem unattainable to her.

But now the young master is wearing a pair of cheap slippers, looks sleepy, has his brows slightly furrowed, seems a little displeased, and his hair is extremely messy.

This Jian Xuancheng actually made the little maid feel down-to-earth, as if she could reach out and touch him.

Jian Xuancheng yawned, leaning lazily against the door, and looked at the stunned maid in front of him, asking in an unfriendly tone, "What did you just say?"

The maid's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly lowered her head: "Young master, Madam has been waiting for you downstairs for a long time."