The First Lady reined in her thoughts and smiled faintly, "Is the tea ready?"
"It is." Xu Nuo poured a cup of tea for the First Lady and, feigning ignorance, remarked, "Madam, is your dress designed by Bai Xiao? It's truly beautiful!"
"It's not." The First Lady sipped her tea slowly.
"Why don't you have her design for you?" Xu Nuo asked.
"I'm too old to chase the fashion of the youth," the First Lady replied indifferently.
Xu Nuo felt completely at ease. Bai Xiao was already behaving arrogantly, and if the Madam wore her designs, it would be like giving her a live advertisement. By then, Bai Xiao's fame would be even greater.
It now seemed that the First Lady was not only fair but also disliked Bai Xiao.
Xu Nuo, feeling smug, became even more attentive, serving tea and chatting, having a particularly good time talking with the First Lady.
The President was surprised to see Xu Nuo when he returned.
"Mr. President." Xu Nuo greeted him graciously, offering him tea.
