Zhang Meiqin looked at Qiao Qian. She knew Qiao Qian, and tonight Qiao Zhenghao had been busy introducing Qiao Qian and Qiao Bing, the two sisters, to everyone.
"This servant spilled wine on my shoes. I didn't want to make it hard for her, just wanted her to clean it up, but she was reluctant and slow to do so," Zhang Meiqin said.
Qiao Qian glanced at Li Meimei, then said to Zhang Meiqin, "Miss, I'm sorry, I will compensate you for your shoes."
"Why should you compensate me? It has nothing to do with you," Zhang Meiqin said coldly.
"She… is a helper from the Qiao Family. It's our responsibility," Qiao Qian said.
"Alright," Zhang Meiqin nodded. "You can compensate me, but you also need to clean my shoes now. Otherwise, am I supposed to walk around the party with dirty shoes? I can't afford to lose face like that."
Qiao Qian looked at Zhang Meiqin, frowned, and said, "I'll clean it..."
