If Tang Xiaoyu called her, and she failed to answer it because her phone was on silent, she would really regret it.
"Madam, you should hurry and give Miss Qin Qitong a call, though she didn't seem to be in a rush."
Auntie Zhang smiled at Pei Ge, who then walked to a secluded corner of the room and made a call. Afterward, the old cook returned to the kitchen to prepare dinner.
"What did Qin Qitong say?"
Ji Ziming stood in the living room with his arms crossed as he watched Auntie Zhang run back from Pei Ge's side. His voice was cold as though he was using all his coldness of the day for this moment.
"S-She… s-said that she's coming back to hold her wedding."
The old cook began stuttering again as she looked at him. After so many years, she still did not know how to face this young master whom she had taken care of due to his cold personality. He would only regain his warmth when facing the madam. Then, he would be as warm as spring.
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