What Sister, Is She Worthy?

Qiao Anxin understood what the butler meant.

Her rationality returned.

Thinking of Madam Bai and Bai Yusheng's attitude towards her, her expression changed. She took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Zhao, I was too angry just now. I didn't really want them to leave. Since you said so, I naturally have to give you face.

"But I really didn't do it on purpose. I didn't know that it was filled with water. Uncle Zhao, you wouldn't mind, right?"

"Of course, Miss didn't do it on purpose. Why would I mind?"

"That's good. Uncle Zhao, go settle it. I'm going back to my room. Call me when it's time for dinner."

"Yes, Miss."

On the second floor.

Bai Yusheng and Mo Yesi were standing by the railing of the staircase, and they saw everything that happened downstairs clearly.

Qiao Anxin's tantrum was seen clearly.

Mo Yesi smiled. "Bai Yusheng, it seems like your sister doesn't have a good temper."