Hou Chaosi looked sideways at her: "Miss Li, why do you always mention me and the servant together?"
No matter how dull she was, after such a long time, she understood.
Li Baiqing opened his mouth and said that the servant was just like taking her as a servant.
She was asked to wash clothes like a servant, and now she said that her kebabs were no different from servants and could be baked together.
Isn't this treating her as a servant?
Li Baiqing gave a cry: "What's the matter?"
Hou Chaosi was blocked by this sentence and couldn't speak.
Li Baiqing didn't say anything about her, and even praised her every word.
And very polite.
But Hou Chaosi was uncomfortable, and compared her with servants again and again.
That natural appearance, as if she was a servant in Li Baiqing's home.
Li Baiqing looked at Hou Chaosi apologetically: "Sorry, if I say something that makes you unhappy, you can say it directly, and I will face myself squarely."