"Madam, Madam!"
Lin Jiaojiao had just asked Qingtao and Xuemei about it, and as a result, the girl had already run far towards her, shouting as she ran.
As she approached, she turned to the panting, white-breathed Xuemei and said, "Be more disciplined outside."
There was no intention of harsh criticism, just that Xuemei's temperament needed to be restrained.
"This servant will not dare next time," Xuemei said, somewhat embarrassed.
Scratching the back of her neck, she continued, "Madam, this servant has made arrangements."
She nodded slightly and said, "Mmm, let's go, it's time to return to the mansion."
Upon hearing this, Xuemei quickly stood behind her and asked, "Are we going back to the mansion so early? Madam, aren't we eating lunch at the Lin Mansion?"
"Yes." She answered lightly, but she was thinking about other things in her mind.
Mrs. Wu's hesitation was still there, and this matter was not easy to persuade. It seemed that they would have to take it slow.
