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The servant simply kept his head down, meekly refusing, "I only listen to Miss Mei's orders. Miss Mei didn't ask me to escort you, so I won't act without authorization."

"You! You all want to drive me crazy!" the elderly lady glared fiercely in the direction of the dining room.

But by now, inside the dining room, the atmosphere was lively.

Zhao Yan efficiently led people to clean up the broken porcelain on the floor, preventing Mei Shu and the others from getting injured later.

After they finished, Mei Shu invited them to sit down together.

Today, the kitchen had prepared their favorite dishes for Mei Feng's birthday banquet, which were now laid out on the table, emitting a delicious aroma.

Mei Feng was still a bit uneasy and glanced secretly towards the living room, "Sis, is everything really okay?"

"It's fine, don't worry." With that, Mei Shu personally placed a birthday hat on him.