"Why are you still sitting here? Shouldn't you be having dinner with that Miss Model by now?"
Madam Ji cackled.
"How would I dare to? I won't dare to go without your orders."
Qu Xiujie had a complicated gaze with a tinge of incomprehension. The smile on his lips was apparent to the other. He knew that if he wanted to continue staying in this family, he could not afford to offend her.
After all, he did not want to experience this old woman's tactics and methods.
"Oh? You still need my orders?"
With the gift box in hand, Madam Ji stopped and gave him a carefree look. "Old thing, I've only realized now that you are such a serious man and are giving me so much face, or is it that you already had a meal with that Miss Model? You didn't have dinner with us tonight, so I guess that you really did."
