Li Family, the lady's bedroom.
Gong Qingwan reclined on the red leather sofa, her slender hand naturally dangling over the edge while the maid carefully applied nail polish for her.
Chu Xiran walked into the room and saw the scene. She was carrying a bowl of steaming bird's nest soup and said softly, "Aunt, have some. The blood bird's nest brought back from Country M is very nourishing."
Having spent a long time by Gong Qingwan's side, Chu Xiran also understood how to decipher subtle expressions and more importantly, how to please her.
Gong Qingwan lazily leaned back on the sofa, her freshly painted red nails curling slightly, gesturing for Chu Xiran to come over.
"How did the conversation go?"
Li Family is within Gong Qingwan's control, and every little detail never escapes her ears.
Thus, Chu Xiran's tea meeting with Gu Tong was also under her management, mainly because she orchestrated it.
