"Sit."
When Su Cha arrived at the old lady's side, the old lady elegantly waved her to sit down.
She was not wearing a cheongsam but a black evening gown.
Putting aside the fact that gowns like this generally did not suit old people, the old lady's aura was still elegant and noble. No matter what outfit she wore, she would be able to stand out even at her age.
Women born out of wealth were naturally different from ordinary people.
She wiped her hands with a hot towel. Someone beside her passed a similar hot towel to Su Cha. When Su Cha reached out to take it, she saw that the person who passed it was the butler. He whispered, "Old Madam, Miss Tong is still outside."
Su Cha was stunned.
Of course Miss Tong was still here.
The old lady did not comment. She took a sip of the red wine and said slowly, "Let her be."
She sounded unhappy.
Su Cha could tell that something was wrong, but she did not speak rashly.
