In the Qiao family's ancestral home, Jiang peiyun asked the servants to prepare soup. Of course, it was not for them to drink, but for the old master.
After she announced Qiao Yu's evil deeds at the hospital today, her family naturally had to act differently. Regardless of whether the old man could wake up or whether he could drink after waking up, the important thing was that they were more "filial" than the first branch.
"Is the soup ready?" Jiang peiyun shouted in the direction of the kitchen.
"Madam, the soup will be ready in about half an hour." The servant replied.
Jiang peiyun looked at the time. It was already four in the afternoon. She frowned and said,""There's no need to cook it, help me pack it. " Anyway, it was just for show. She was just going to fill it with water and bring it over. Who would know?
"Yes!"
