Xu Wei was in a hurry to tell the Old Madam about Qin Shu. She didn't even bother to show off the pastries in her hands in front of the Old Madam.
The Old Madam raised her eyebrows and glanced at the pastries on the coffee table. They were sweet and soft, very suitable for people who were old and had bad teeth.
She, who was wearing glasses, was a little disappointed when she saw the mango flavor written on the gift box. It was not her favorite flavor.
The pastries that Xu Wei usually brought were all made or bought according to the taste that the Old Madam liked.
There was an important matter today, so she had forgotten that the Old Madam did not like mango flavor.
The Old Madam withdrew her gaze in disappointment and looked at Xu Wei. "What happened to Qin Shu?"
