Yao Xian "..."
Watching Madame Wang speak of Qiao Xiaomai with such joy, she felt as if she had swallowed a fly, wondering why Qiao Xiaomai was everywhere she went.
An haunting fox spirit!
Suppressing her frustration, she began to inquire about the Rose Dew.
After Madame Wang had left, she ordered someone to call for Yang Hao.
Yang Hao had a good relationship with Qiao Xiaomai, and if he asked her for some Floral Dew, Qiao Xiaomai would definitely give it to him.
She did not want to have any contact with Qiao Xiaomai.
Nor did she want to ask anything of Qiao Xiaomai.
"Mother, why don't you simply send a message to Miss Qiao?" Yang Hao asked, puzzled.
"I dislike her, and besides, with the previous accusations of her poisoning, just thinking of her disturbs my peace of mind," Yao Xian spoke openly in front of her son, unreservedly expressing her thoughts.
Yang Hao, "...But if you consume the Floral Dew she makes, won't that mean you'll have to think of her every day?"