The butler couldn't help but look at Qiao Mianmian a few more times. He was puzzled.
Why did he feel that this Miss Qiao was Madam's daughter?
Her facial features were very similar to Madam's when she was young.
And the other…
The butler looked at Qiao Anxin and frowned.
The other one didn't look like Madam at all.
Qiao Anxin looked down at the gift box in the butler's hand and smiled. "Uncle Zhao, what's that in your hand?"
"Miss, this is a gift from Mr. Mo and Miss Qiao." No matter how much the butler disliked Qiao Anxin, he was still very polite to her.
"Present?" Qiao Anxin glanced at it again and covered her mouth. She smiled and looked up. "Sister, you're too polite. It's fine if you come, but why did you bring gifts? Aiya, it's so hot, don't just stand outside. Come in and sit down."
She sounded like a mistress.
The butler frowned.
