บท 637: You Can’t Marry This Little Trash

Yun Chujiu heard what the palace mistress said and wanted to vomit all over her face!

'Damn it! Who do you think you are?!

'You've been finicky the moment you arrive!

'If it wasn't for the gigolo's sake, I wouldn't have bothered with you!

'Don't think about entering the Di family? The gigolo begged me to enter, but I might not even want to enter! You old witch!'

Even though Yun Chujiu was cursing the palace mistress in her heart, she still smiled sweetly on the surface. "Palace Mistress, since you don't like the tea that I pour, then Brother Beiming, you can pour it."

The lady pouted at Manager Luo who was beside her. Manager Luo immediately took out a piece of snow-white cloth from his storage ring and spread it on the stone table. He also took out a chair that was exquisitely made. Only then did the palace mistress sit down.