Previously, when she dined with Xiao Yu, they also did not require maidservants to serve them, because Xiao Yu did not want others to see how he favored her.
He pampered her like a child, personally ladling soup and serving her rice, even personally picking dishes and feeding her. Sometimes even Aunt Yin would helplessly comment with a smile, "Madam, if you were to leave the young master, I fear you wouldn't even eat your meals."
Now, does he dine like this with Miss Mu as well?
Su Miaoyan thought of this, and her heart was filled with a bitter anguish, a sour swelling pain in her chest that seemed to inflate her entire being.
The maid standing at the doorway, usually well-trained, now whispered, "Miss Su really has thick skin, watching young master dine with his future Aunt, yet not going to eat herself."
