"Sister, is the company keeping you so busy that you need to take calls and handle matters even at night?"
Nan Qiao gave a noncommittal hum and continued sipping her mung bean soup.
Bai Yurou sat down, and Mrs. Fang brought her a bowl of mung bean soup, along with some pastries and fruit.
Bai Yurou smiled and said, "Mrs. Fang, how come you didn't get these pastries and fruit for my sister?"
Mrs. Fang: "Fourth Miss, it's better if you have these. The eldest miss didn't live here before, and she wasn't used to such luxurious food and clothing. I'm worried her stomach won't be able to handle it."
Nan Qiao looked up, her arms crossed as she stared at her: "You're quite considerate, aren't you?"
Mrs. Fang met Nan Qiao's gaze without fear: "Eldest Miss, I'm just the type who likes to tell the truth."