Qiao Mianmian felt a little more at ease and nodded. "Mm, Uncle Zhang, thank you for telling me this."
Uncle Zhang smiled. "You're too kind, Young Madam."
…
Qiao Mianmian followed Uncle Zhang into the living room.
A housemaid saw her and walked towards Madam Mo. "Madam, Young Madam is back."
Madam Mo took a sip of coffee and turned around slowly.
Madam Mo's smile faded when she saw Qiao Mianmian.
Qiao Mianmian felt that Madam Mo was mocking her.
When she called her previously, she was so gentle because she was afraid that her attitude would be too bad and she wouldn't be willing to come back.
When she was a few meters away from Madam Mo, she stopped and called out coldly, "Mom."
Madam Mo didn't like her, and neither did she.
Qiao Mianmian's attitude was calm.
