"This lady, may I ask who you are?" Holding Zhe'er's hand, Su Qingqing was marveling at the luxurious meeting in the Wenjun Temple. A servant came over politely with a smile. When he approached, he secretly glanced at Su Qingqing's dress. He sensitively made a conclusion to Su Qingqing— she was not the kind of person to be fished up!
Su Qingqing hated this kind of guy who acted like a snob. She curled her lip with dissatisfaction and asked the manservant, "Where is the appointment for me and Zhe-er?"
The young male servant stood there for a long time and didn't want to be rewarded by Su Qingqing. So he lost interest immediately.
He pointed to a very inconspicuous corner in a dull mood and lazily pouted, "Here!"
"What? Are you kidding me?" As soon as Su Qingqing saw the direction he was
