Qiao Mianmian thought that Madam Gong must have arranged for this waiter to wait for her at the door.
She nodded and followed the waiter to the private room.
A moment later.
"Madam Gong, Miss Qiao is here."
The waiter led her to a private room and gently pushed the door open.
Qiao Mianmian walked in and thought that she would see a rich lady with exquisite clothes and makeup. She didn't expect Madam Gong to not only not have exquisite makeup on, but to also look tired.
Although she had makeup on, it was obvious that she hadn't dressed up.
She looked a little haggard.
"Miss Qiao, you're here. Please take a seat." Madam Gong looked up. Her eyes were bloodshot, and there were faint black marks under her eyes. She looked like she hadn't rested well, and her voice was a little hoarse.
Qiao Mianmian sat down opposite her.
