Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks Chapter 2257

Chapter 2257: How Could You Prepare Such a Room?

Mei Wu stared at Ning Shu. “Can’t you take it down a notch and lay low? If something happens to the young lady’s body, I won’t let you off.”

“Don’t keep saying ‘young lady’, ‘young lady’ all day. Are you trying to let people find out my true ident.i.ty?

“I’m here to sabotage them. It doesn’t matter whether I lay low or not. I still have what Zhao Bo wants.” Ning Shu picked up the ceramic teapot on the table, only to find that it was empty.

Ning Shu put it down irritatedly. “There’s not even any water to drink.”

Hurried steps were coming towards the room. Ning Shu’s face was full of dissatisfaction.

“Yi, what happened?” Zhao Bo walked in and sized up the whole room.

“Old Zhao, what are you doing? How could you prepare such a room for Yi? Prepare a better one for him.”

“Yes, yes,” the steward said immediately. “This old servant had been thoughtless.”

“Yi, Child, for better and worse, Old Zhao has also worked for the Zhao Clan Stronghold for so many years. How could you do this kind of thing as soon as you come back?” Zhao Bo said disapprovingly.

Ning Shu sneered inwardly. She was sure this was Zhao Bo’s idea from the very start. He must’ve wanted to give her an initial show of strength.

If Ning Shu wanted good treatment, she must exchange it with the thing she had stolen from the Sacred Demonic Sect.

He couldn’t ask for it outright, so he could only use this method.

It wasn’t right for the martial alliance leader of the righteous sects to rely on crafty means and take things from others like this. Even if someone else was genuinely giving something to them, the martial alliance leader should still politely refuse it at least once.

“In the future, the Zhao Clan Stronghold will be handed over to you. If you do things like this, how would you be able to win over the hearts of your subordinates?” Zhao Bo told Ning Shu. “Don’t be so reckless next time.”

Ning Shu said with some shame, “Uncle, this nephew has been in the Sacred Demonic Sect for so long. It is inevitable that my temperament isn’t good. You also know that those demonic sect members are abnormal. If Nephew didn’t adjust, and was patient and accommodating in all respects, I would have been swallowed whole by those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.

“After such a long time, I have become accustomed to the Sacred Demonic Sect’s way of acting. I will gradually adapt,” Ning Shu said, seeming slightly distressed.

“It’s okay. Take your time. Your aunt will prepare a feast for you. You can see Linger then as well,” Zhao Bo said. He showed concern about Ning Shu, and said to the steward beside him, “Prepare a new room for Yi.”

“Yes, Stronghold Leader,” the steward responded immediately.

“Thank you, Uncle. Yi will definitely live up to Uncle’s expectations,” Ning Shu said to Zhao Bo earnestly.

Zhao Bo nodded. “When you are settled, come to eat.” After saying this, he walked away with his hands behind his back.

After Ning Shu kicked up a fuss, she was given a new room, this time a s.p.a.cious and bright one. Everything in the room was also new.

This room was obviously freshly decorated.

A maid later came over to call Ning Shu for dinner.

Zhao Bo’s family of three was already inside the place they would eat.

Zhao Bo had a daughter named Zhao Linger. Besides her, he had no other children.

“Yi, hurry and come here.” Zhao Bo beckoned Ning Shu.

“Uncle.” Ning Shu walked over. She saw a woman who had a mature charm created by her age.

“This is your aunt.”

“Aunt Zhao, h.e.l.lo.”

“This is Linger.”

“Cousin.”

Zhao Linger looked charming. She looked Ning Shu up and down, then said in contempt, “You are so short. Are you really a man?”

“Linger, don’t be rude. You shouldn’t talk to your cousin like that.” Madam Zhao scolded Zhao Linger.

Zhao Linger was obviously a child who was spoiled into arrogance. Her father was the martial alliance leader, and she was also his only child. There were naturally many people sucking up to her in the Zhao Clan Stronghold.