Han Xuehan gasped when she felt the somewhat lukewarm tea hit her face; though the tea was not hot, it still made her wince. She slowly closed her eyes and then turned to look at Old Madam Qiao, who was glaring at her with a smirk playing on her lips. "What? What are you looking at?" Old Madam Qiao glared at the woman and snapped at her, "You are such a lazybones; can't you see that my tea has turned cold as well? Why didn't you serve me some hot tea as well? Is this how you serve your mother-in-law?"
"Auntie, there is no need to get angry," said Xiao Ai with a hint of green-tea art in her tone. She smiled gently and continued softly, "Xuehan must have forgotten. It's not like she did it because she doesn't respect you."
