Jiang Xianrou temporarily put the person she saw just now into the back of her mind. She took a deep breath, nervously clenched her handbag, followed behind her mother, and said, "Okay."
Her mom was right. Qiao Nian was merely a country bumpkin from Rao City. She didn't have to compare herself to someone like that. It would only serve to belittle herself.
She should set her sights higher.
As for what she saw just now, could she really just be mistaken?
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"Miss Qiao, please sit." Although it could be said that the Imperial Mansion was a restaurant, it was more like a clubhouse.
There was a cafeteria serving Suzhou cuisine, leisure and entertainment areas, and even a meeting hall upstairs.
Ye Wangchuan was a frequent visitor.
He would come here occasionally with his friends to play cards.
