"You have to accept it. I know how my son is. He's just way too hard to please," said Murong Cheng, her face filled with dislike. "Tell me, what's your name? How old are you?"
Luosang was surprised a little. Didn't people say that the ladies from wealthy families were all exceptionally picky and hard to get along with? But Mrs. Nian seemed to be unexpectedly nice. And her questions… Why did she make this whole thing sound like a blind date?
"My name is Luosang, and I'm thirty years old."
"Ah… Thirty…" Murong Cheng's voice tailed off, sounding full of regret. But soon, she smilingly called Sister Lan over and said, "As of now, Luosang can have meals with Tingting, and they'll have exactly the same food. She's a carer, not a maid. They're employer and employee, and it's an equal relationship."
"Mom…" Nian Junting glared at his mom sullenly and said, "This is my home, can you stay out of this? If you do this again, I'll refuse to eat."
