Last time at the family reunion, it was clear to them, Ni Cuihua and Ni Yang were far from being country folks.
Now, making them happy was the most important thing.
Zheng Xianjing sat there, her face twisted in anger, but she still maintained a polite smile.
She wouldn't lower herself to the level of those who lacked discernment!
Just then, a servant walked over and said, "Madam, there's someone downstairs looking for Miss Xianjing."
"Who is it?" Zheng Xianjing looked up at the servant.
"I don't know." The servant shook his head.
"Didn't he say who he was?" Zheng Xianjing asked.
"No." The servant continued shaking his head.
"Don't let him wait outside, it's impolite, Xiaozhao, let the guest in," the old Mrs. Zheng said.
"Yes, Madam." The servant left to get the guest.
Soon, the servant returned with a tall man.
Zheng Xianjing's eyes brightened, the knots in her heart unraveling. She nudged Zheng Lingling's arm and whispered, "Mom, he's Du's assistant, Wang Zeqi."