“What do you think you're doing? Do you intend to use that dirty rag to wipe my shoe? Use your hand!" Camila raised her voice, acting haughtily.

Maggie bit her lip tightly as tears streamed down uncontrollably from her flushed face.

After a moment of hesitation, she threw the duster cloth aside and slowly reached out her hand to wipe off the dirt from the shoe.

At this point, Sanford's indifferent face gradually darkened.

Out of nowhere, he kicked the empty chair beside him and said in a cold voice, “Are you guys not thinking? Do you want me to get sick? She will her serve us the dishes with the hands that she used to wipe your shoes?"