"What nonsense? Take it. If it's not enough, come and ask me again." Xuemei generously agreed.
After all, human lives were at stake. She had lost her own mother and could not bear to see others deprived of the same.
Thinking about it, her eyes inevitably welled up. To hide her emotions, she harshly ordered, "Aren't you going to get back to work? It's cold outside, there's not much to sweep in the courtyard. Go clean the dust in the wing instead."
After giving her orders, she turned to leave towards the kitchen; she needed to prepare some delicious snacks. The lady would surely want some sweet treats when she woke up.
No wonder they said she was the lady's most caring maid, always remembering her every preference.
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――― Minghua Pavilion.
At this time, Yan Sihan had just returned home. Shiyi, who hadn't even had a chance to sit down in his study, began to report everything that had happened around Lin Jiaojiao today.
