Madam Li elegantly sat on the nearby sofa, picked up the tea served by a servant, and looked up at the somewhat nervous Steward Ming, "Steward Ming, you should understand what I'm talking about."
"Madam, Master Li..."
Before Steward Ming could finish, he had already received Madam Li's sharp gaze. Li Jingmo's mother, Madam Li, came from a prestigious family, elegant and noble, and just one look could make Steward Ming tremble.
"Steward Ming, what are you doing? Who is she?"
Feng Bai's voice, as clear as a spring, rang out, with General following behind her, wagging his tail.
Feng Bai walked forward in confusion, looking at the noble and elegant middle-aged lady sitting in the hall, and asked in doubt, "Who are you?"
