"No, our family is just a poor household, where would we have any treasures?" Granny Qiao's response was definitive and emphatic.
The previous time she had said "no" to He Tiantian, there was still a hint of emotion.
But this time, her expression and words left no room for hesitation or fantasy for Qiao Zhenbang.
"No? Granny, didn't you once work in a wealthy family's home—" as a maid.
And those maids who had served young ladies, basically also acted like young mistresses, not to say they were proficient in all arts and literature, but most of them could read and do Embroidery.
"I was just a runaround maid, usually carrying tea and water for the young lady. Apart from recognizing a few words, I can't do anything. Nor do I have any treasures!"
Granny Qiao really didn't leave any loopholes, she portrayed herself as completely useless.
