This was the first sentence she uttered after entering Jiwei Residence,
her expression indifferent, her tone equally bland.
Yet it startled Zhang Xiaoman so much that his heart skipped a beat.
Though Qiao Xiaomai was a country girl, she was one who had seen the world, for she had cooked for the Retired Emperor!
And looking at her attire and bearing, where was there any semblance of a country girl? To say she was a delicate young lady from the city would have been believed by many.
Now, faced with a delicate young lady with a cold demeanor, he, a country bumpkin, subconsciously felt intimidated.
His gaze shifted towards the Zhang Family, his eyes filled with a plea for help.
The Zhang Family's matriarch, already dark-skinned, turned even darker upon hearing Qiao Xiaomai's words, "So what if I did?!"
"When my son passed the imperial examination, the Tong Family didn't host a banquet. Now he's just using this opportunity to entertain the Zhang Family. What's wrong with that?!"