"Delicious," Zhao Qingqing said, extremely satisfied, and looked around, "Why hasn't Lin Mianmian come over yet? Even though she is a daughter of the Lin family, she is married off already. How can she be away from the matriarch's side for so long?"
Ye Muyu thought of the Lin family's schemes and had always been on guard. Hearing this, she shook her head, "It's fine, she rarely comes home once a year."
"Sister Ye, you are too kind-hearted. Lin Mianmian doesn't understand any rules at all," Zhao Qingqing pursed her lips.
Ye Muyu, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, did not want to deal with Lin Mianmian's antics, but today's party went so smoothly that she found it somewhat unbelievable.
In the midst of toasting and drinking.
A maidservant came over to pour tea for the two of them.
The maidservant, unsteady, spilled tea all over the skirts of Ye Muyu and Zhao Qingqing.
