"Alright, Moyan and the old master aren't here, there's no need to pretend, they can't see us. Let's not beat around the bush and get straight to the point, how much money will it take for you to marry Wuchen."
"Mrs. Jun, please watch your language. Don't talk about Miss Wen like that," Xiaocha said, her face flushing with anger.
So much for a prestigious family with high status—their quality and mentality are worse than those of ordinary people.
Such words really show a lack of cultivation.
Although Xiaocha was always by Moyan's side, her usual tasks involved cooking and cleaning in Wu Garden and taking care of Moyan's daily needs. She had never dealt with the people from a prominent family and had thought that being cunning was normal for those born into wealth. Yet, she hadn't expected them to be so filthy.
It was fortunate that the Third Young Master had moved out early. Living with these people would have made daily life unbearable.
