88 Washing Hands and Making Soup for the Guests

Gu Qingcheng wouldn't let Yuan Qiaolan know her name.

At the very least, Yuan Qiaolan was not worthy of knowing.

She deliberately shivered and pretended to be frightened by Yuan Qiaolan's arrogant aura.

Seeing Gu Qingcheng's reaction, Yuan Feng quickly said, "Mom, why are you so fierce?"

"I'm fierce? How am I fierce?" Yuan Qiaolan raised her voice and glared at her son, Yuan Feng. "I only asked her what her name was. Which ear of yours heard me scolding her?"

Gu Qingcheng took two steps back, looking intimidated.

Yuan Feng saw Gu Qingcheng's actions, and his eyes were filled with anxiety and frustration. It was as if he was afraid that his mother, Yuan Qiaolan, would scare away the fair, rich, and beautiful woman he had finally gotten to know.

"Mom, don't ask anymore. Just call her Miss Gu." He comforted her and persuaded her softly, "Mom, can you do me a favor?"