Feeling Guilty

The two sat down, as the maid served the tea.

After exchanging a few words, Ms. Mi Junior asked the other servants to retreat, but kept Yunxiu and Auntie Mao.

Ms. Mi Junior stopped smiling and leveled a serious look at Qiao Xuan. "We are alone now, so we can talk about everything frankly. Mrs. Shao, spare me some lipsticks. I don't want many, just 100 or 200 lipsticks will do. I will use them as favors. I will pay you more than Yuezheng Xiao pays you, just think of it as a favor you do for me, ok?"

Ms. Mi Junior and Yuezheng Ting were truly mother and daughter, good at intimidating others. They did not even want to conceal what they were up to.

Qiao Xuan said sincerely, "Second Mrs. Yuezheng, I understand what you mean. But you have misunderstood me. I do have lipsticks, Aunt Yuezheng gave them to me. I have so many, with different colors. I love them. But I am not the manufacturer. Where did you hear such a rumor? You are wrong."