The old woman looked at her deeply and expected better. "Stupid girl, you don't know how to turn back until you've hit a wall! How dare you enter a wolf den like the Jiang family? Don't you think you're stupid?"
She poked her head with her index finger.
Lin Qingqian's eyes flashed and she smiled sweetly and said ingratiatingly, "Master, I know I was wrong. Don't be angry with me and don't ignore me."
"Hmph." She snorted softly and turned around to sit down. Then, she picked up a piece of osmanthus cake and stuffed it into her mouth. The fragrance of osmanthus in her mouth dispelled the wrinkles between her eyebrows. After eating, she picked up a handkerchief beside her and wiped the corners of his mouth. "Tell me, what kind of clothes do you want to make?"
