This topic seems to have hit a dead end.
The atmosphere in the room was rather stifling, and Mrs. Zhao's smile was forced. As she was contemplating taking her leave, she suddenly heard the heavy chime of the Western clock. She turned her head to take a look and said, "Oh, it's already this time. Miss, you must be planning to go to Qinghui Garden? I won't delay your important matters any further. I'll take my leave first."
"Very well," Du Yunluo nodded, her face full of smiles, as if the anger from before had completely vanished, making Mrs. Zhao's face even more ashen. She instructed Jin Rui, "See Mrs. Zhao out. Mrs. Zhao, I'm sorry for not entertaining you well today, and for not having any snacks prepared. Next time you're free, do come again for tea."
Mrs. Zhao stood up, tidied her clothes, and bowed, "You're too kind, Miss. I will definitely come again for tea."
